Our fireplace is looking rather dreadful these days. The week we brought the baby home from the hospital the fireplace started to fall apart...again. How ironic is this? Four years ago when we brought P home from the hospital, the fireplace lost two tiles from the top. My dad was staying with us at the time so he fixed it.
Now, the same thing happened again. And again it happened the week we brought baby G home, except it was two tiles from the bottom. When Dave grabbed them to fully take them off he realized every tile above it was resting on the one below; a domino effect in action. That was it! Dave took the tacky tiles off and pulled apart the half ass job someone did with our fireplace. First it's a safety hazard with the kids and second we hate how it looked. This is how it was before.
And now it looks even worse! However, I'm not about to call someone to fix it for two reasons. The first I'll write about later and the second, because I don't want cement, paint, plaster, etc fumes floating in this house with a newborn. So, ugly will live with us for a while. I stare at this thing every day and everyday I dream of it looking like a version of this.
I think the fireplace would look great in the same grey/black tone as our chalkboard wall. Well, we'll see how long I can look at ugly before I go nuts!
Labels: fireplace, living room
