We are finishing the powder room. This weekend. Yes, we are.
Unfortunately, this process involved a miter box and angles that are not at all 90 degrees. Mike got the full demonstration of how my brain works.
I had to talk things out, visualize, literally touch the crown molding, draw little pictures and talk some more before I could make sense of the cuts that we needed to make. A little bit messy and a little bit unconventional but I eventually decided which slot the saw should go in (why Mike left this up to me, I have no idea. I barely passed geometry in high school.) and, whattya know?
Mike held the molding up against the ceiling and it fit perfectly, just like it was supposed to. I jumped up and down, delighted, clapping my hands together and grinning like a big goofball.
"I did it! I'm a frickin' genius! Whee!! Say it, say it!"
Still up on the ladder, Mike sighed patiently. "Yes, Breda. You are a frickin' genius."
The little victories are sometimes the sweetest.