Play By Play

I know you are all dying to know...did they make it? Probably couldn't even eat Thanksgiving dinner, you were so nervous.

The truth?

We made it.

Kinda.

The thing is...there was so much in between that I have decided to torture you for just a bit longer to show the play by play.

We last left Blake with one sheet of drywall up. That is about as far as we got for a few days. Figuring out how to do the soffiting is evidently harder then it looks. Not that I was trying to help. I learned long ago that Blake is way way way better with numbers and angles and stuff like that (Hello, math minor!)

So...because I wasn't in on the action, we don't have very many pictures of the sheetrocking process.

While he was busy sheetrocking, I was busy doing other stuff.

Important stuff. Like painting a mirror.

A real nail biter.

Once Blake had hung up enough sheetrock, we decided that I would do the mudding and sanding.

Mudding walls is kind of like frosting a cake. It wasn't terribly difficult, just time consuming.

I would mud while Blake would put more stuff together. At some point during the day we made the mistake of trying to put up the ceiling piece without knowing where the heater vent was. Not the smartest decision, but we muscled through and

ended up working late into the night to finish it.

The next day it was time to sand. It was awful.

I tried to contain the dust but it just didn't work. The drywall dust was everywhere. EVERYWHERE. In a thick layer.

But....sanding wasn't terribly hard. Just time consuming, again. In retrospect, I wish I would have spent a little more time sanding in some areas but at that point I was just tired, and wanted it done. 

Once the dust settled it was time to prime the walls. With the walls painted white it started to really resemble a bathroom again.

Which, in and of itself, is a small miracle.