Sigh.

It's finished.

My de-wallpapering, de-70'smirroring, de-crappypaintifying endeavors ended at approximately 7:00 this evening. Dang. Here are pictures from one of the rooms (it will look better once it has stuff in it - it's a bit stark right now and the colors don't show up correctly on the monitor). Either way, it's a vast improvement from the original.

The Original. One of my friends suggested I leave up the mirrored tiles, paint the walls purple, get some yellow shag carpet and that round bed that they sell at Ikea and just rock out the pimp pad. I decided to go another way.

There's nothing like spending a half a day beating on mirrors with a hammer. I covered it all with contact paper before I started so as to avoid the whole "punctured [insert body part here]" possibility.

Primer coat. And the actual paint on the top left part of the wall.

"Hhhhaaaa." (That was a chorus of angels. You know, those...home decorating...angels...)

After two solid days of painting, I have the grip strength of an osteoporotic chirophobe. Good thing I don't need to use my hands for my career. ...wait