Tuesday through Friday: tape, mud, dry. Tape, mud, dry. Lots of mud. Dry.
Now I knew there are layers to this process… but I didn’t calculate the fact that it’s a full week long event.
I admit that the mud scent got to me. Puts a humidity in the air and irritates the lungs. And— well, basically me.
Which leads me to open windows and run fans— which in turn irritates everyone else.
You can look at the situation as irritating, or as options—from the wintry-wind-chilling main floor, to the dry-summers day in the upstairs bedrooms, and the ever-changing temperature in the basement depending on who cranked the electronic heat last.
Sort of like the 4 seasons.
Kitchen Kari asks, “do you like the popcorn ceiling?”
No, Kari. I do not.
The adjacent family room gets a full scrape down and these guys load on the mud for a flat finish. Yay!
Thanks Corey and Rick for making it happen. All the week long. Thanks too for cleaning up so well with your handy-dandy vacuum.
Walls and ceiling are dry and ready to roll.
Time for paint.