I bet you’ve all been on the edge of your seats wondering what’s been happening with that plastering in living room haven’t you? Well sit back and relax while I bring you up to date.
Here’s where we left things.
Now don’t get too wildly excited, I’m not completely finished yet. Forget all those 24 hour room renos on ‘The Block’, this is real life. Which means I also get to cook meals, go to work, and fix water pipes when Fencer Phil and his lads ram fenceposts though them with their fancy post driver (more about the fencing project soon). Notwithstanding I would like to (proudly) report that after ten weeks of being bossed around by my brain I have made a start.
What is it with brains? Mine was very vocal in dissuading me from plastering. Whenever I thought about opening a tub of Plus 4, this loop track played — which I would try to interrupt every so often with some more reasonable points.
Brain: ‘Ooooh, that looks tricky’, ‘No, no, I don’t think you’ll be able to do that’, ‘You are going to make mess of it’.
Me: ‘Hold on, we have actually done plastering before you know. On a ceiling. Surely ceilings are trickier than walls’.
Brain: ‘Ah yes, but ceilings have matt paint which hides a multitude of sins, this is way more exacting’. ‘No… [examines wall carefully] No, I definitely don’t think you’re up to it’, ‘You’re going to make such a mess’.
And so it went, around and around, for all those weeks.
Anyway, the other morning I made a deal with my brain. I persuaded her that we’d work on just the 500mm of wall between the corner and the start of the ranch-slider. If it all went bad (Brain: ‘Damn right it will’) I would stop and ring a plasterer to finish the job. If it went well I would stop, have a cup of tea, and celebrate by ringing DIY Guy with the good news.
Well, I guess the outcome is obvious. After 20 mins of sanding it was all going rather swimmingly, and my brain had conceded that maybe things might work out after all. I had a cup of tea. I rang DIY Guy, who spoke suitably encouraging words, and I tackled the rest of that wall; section by section, tea break by tea break. This is the current state of play. Better, yes?
There’s still lots to do. Painting of course — this is just a primer — but also I’m thinking of using some of the pine we removed from the walls to create a taller skirting board. The one we have is way out of proportion for the ceiling height. Also I’d like to put in some wider window architraves (so perhaps the skirting board I remove could come in handy there?). But wait, there’s more… The reason I’ve left that right hand wall unfinished is that I’m going to create some floor to ceiling bookshelves. Even as I type the Forbearing Husband is on his way home from the Big Smoke with a car full of these. What do you think? Anyone, other than me, always wanted a library ladder?