I decided I wanted a mantle for our fireplace.
Rick seemed not to care either way, so he backed me up in my decision.
I mean, look at it. This 1964 fireplace is screaming "gimme a mantle!"
So, I went to the local hardware store and bought an untreated
mantle, stain, brushes, clear coat, and other misc. items we would
need to get this baby ready for hanging.
And when it came time to install it, I left it ALL to Rick, because I
absolutely HATE measuring, getting things lined up, getting things even,
getting things level and did I mention MEASURING?
I held things in place. I was supportive. I placed the level
every time he needed to check.
Avalon came out of bed to watch, but drilling through brick is quite loud.
And voila, we have a mantle!
It's exactly what we wanted and we are so excited it is done.
And we are stoked with each other for our great teamwork.
Now we just need to replace the gold fireplace cover and clean the brick.
Oh, and go splurge on a new piece of art.