Progress is a funny thing. Everything we accomplished up to finishing sheetrock was great, but much of the time it didn’t feel like leaps and bounds were being made. It felt more like we were pouring hours and hours into the same-looking construction zone.
Putting bead board up, finishing the ceiling, and replacing the window changed everything. Each hour of labor made the worksite look more like a finished water closet.
The 7 days between hanging drywall and having finished walls and ceiling were quite a blur of work, and fairly taxing on my sleep schedule. We’re cooking with gas now, though, and next up is tile.
Extra-special thanks are due to Eric Whitlock for helping hang breadboard on the three largest walls (and letting me borrow his nail-set), my dad for tackling the seam in the ceiling with the first two rounds of mud (and doing a mighty fine job that, with some careful sanding and feathering, made for a near-perfect finish), and my brother-in-law Ben, for his ever-perfect measurements.
I found this Porter-Cable 150psi compressor (and hose) at a roadside garage sale for $40, just days before we were going to hang bead board. I had heard my dad constantly complain about his cheap, stubborn, and inconsistent compressor, so I gave the find to him as a gift. Of course, he let me borrow it for my project.
First sheet up. Starting to look like a bathroom.
Man or giant? Whitlock nail setting the first seam.
The finished room. Looking good!
Ceiling mudded and sanded.
My beautiful (and hard-working) fiancée, rolling on the first swaths of paint.
Old window removed. God provided us a summer-esque evening to work in.
Making a giant hole in the side of your house is a strange feeling. Also, windows are far easier to replace than you’d think.
A new window was worth not having to re-glaze this fossil.
So fresh and so…good at actually keeping heat and cool inside the house.
The new window and the finished walls.