Remember my last attempt at home repair? Yeah. Well, this week I had another project on my hands, I was pretty sure it would be easier than the inside of a toilet.
My secret hope is that someone from HGTV reads this post and decides I need a new bathroom ceiling. I don’t really mind it, actually, which is why I’ve never proposed the project to my landlord. But if HGTV wanted to do it for free, I wouldn’t say no.
Anyway, that’s the ceiling of my shower. The plastic ceiling panels needed replacing from the very beginning, and my landlord did it for me when we moved in. But that corner has always given me trouble — when I have my patio door open in my living room, the air makes that panel flap up and down (even though it’s down the hall and around the corner), so if I don’t remember to shut my bathroom door, it can get pretty crazy in there. Those panels crack pretty easily, so that one cracked a little and then cracked a lot, and then started falling out. Whoops.
So one day it had just given up. It was not going back in. So I decided I could be an independent single woman and replace it. Today was that day.
Walking into a hardware store, even my favorite one, can be intimidating as a girl. You might know what you want, but you know you probably look like you have no idea. And as I’ve mentioned before, the guys that work at the hardware store tend to be my age and good-looking, so it’s doubly hard to not look dumb.
“Um, hi. I’m looking for that clear plastic ceiling tile for drop ceilings?”
“You know, if you have a drop ceiling and have ceiling tiles, you can cut this plastic see-through stuff down to fit into the ceiling tile so that you can cover fluorescent lighting…” I was getting flustered, even though I knew exactly what I wanted. Dang, this was supposed to be easy.
If only I had googled it and whipped out the phrase “polystyrene lighting panels” on him. Luckily, he caught on (although he didn’t know the name for them either! ha!) and asked a coworker, who knew exactly where they were – at their other store.
So I drove there and had to go through the little charade all over again. He directed me in the general direction and told me he’d send someone to help me, but HA! I found them before anyone came. I am a woman, hear me roar.
So now I just needed to cut it down to size.
It’s harder than it looks, because you can’t just cut the thing- it breaks and splinters all over the place. So I decided to x-acto-knife-it, scoring it a few times, and then trying to cut it/break it evenly. (and don’t worry, landlord, I didn’t cut it without protecting the floor!)
Not perfect, but not too shabby, if I do say so myself.
Much easier than the inside of a toilet.
I’d go enjoy the snow now… if it was still around. Welcome to Tennessee.