One would think that a border would be easy. Maybe it will be, but my two previous attempts at removing wall paper have been painful or daunting. My first experience included a device used to perforate the paper so that steam can get behind and release the adhesive. That instrument looked eerily similar to this medieval Skull-Mace
If you know me well, you know I don't generally wear shoes while in the house. Since my first wall paper experience was in the new home of a friend, I was of course shoeless - on a ladder-precariously positioned directly above that scary looking pointy thing. I stepped on it, blood gushed from my foot and Heather rushed me to the bathtub, no need to make her new room look like a torture chamber doused in bright red Amber blood.
Every time I even think about wall paper I get a sharp prickle in the bottom of my foot. The second wall paper fiasco was in service of Kevin, and while it wasn't painful, it was a pain in the ass. Just ask Kev.
I've been trying to convince him to mud over the wall paper...Maybe if I bring the Mace I can convince him.
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