I Live At Lowes

I just "bought" a condo (i.e., the bank really owns most of it for the next, oh, 20 or so years) and now I'm either, cleaning something; unpacking something; wandering the aisles of random hardware superstores; or slapping paint chips on walls with frenzied enthusiasm. I have all weekend to PAINT, and I need to be prepared, because Mom is coming to town next weekend, and then I work the next few weekends. So the time is NOW.

So, I live at Lowe's, with ocassional dalliances with Home Depot. Lowes for hardwood flooring, Home Depot for paint, Lowes for clean aisles and Home Depot for surly clerks. Thank God, I work on a home improvement show. I actually know the difference between flat, semi-gloss, and faux finish. I also know when I'm getting ripped off on carpeting, and what tile should cost.

I have to confess, I'm obsessed with home improvement. I'm insisting on tiling my bathroom myself. Luckily, the bathroom is about the size of a shoebox, so this is good.