Not much, honestly. We’ve been flitting from one project to the next, without truly finishing anything. Which is starting to drive me quietly insane.
The insanity is mostly because the majority of our house looks like this:
That’s the library. You’ll notice the distinct lack of progress, primarily due to the dining room furniture living in there. Mostly, that is because the dining room now looks like this:
Which is in fact a slightly improved version of how it looked 3 weeks ago. Nothing else is different. When the drywall guys arrived to install the new drywall, they had some disappointing news. The cuts Dave and Tony made were not suitable. Nor was the drywall that we had on hand. So we went back to our friends at the Crafty Beaver (no, really, that’s the store name – and they are awesome.) and rented the Sawz-all yet again. Hopefully this will answer. Now we just have to go to Home Depot for thicker drywall sheets and a short-term truck rental and we should be ready for another go.
My office of shame looks something like this:
Isn’t that an inviting place to work? There’s more…
See that slightly off white part, the area that mostly looks like a gross water stain? It’s actually plaster that’s not quite dry. (The hole at the bottom, incidentally, is the plumbing access for the upstairs bathroom, on the other side of that wall. You can currently drop a parachute man into the dining room from here, should the need arise.)
I’ve been a plastering fool lately – between that wall, the downstairs bathroom (sooooo close to done with plaster in there), and the upstairs bath.
Here’s the downstairs – it’s actually starting to look like a working bathroom again, instead of a construction zone. Well, until you turn your head/walk into the room, anyway.
I still have my sights set on that awful fluorescent fixture over the mirror, and the sink. But at least the walls and ceiling no longer have holes. So that’s a bonus.
And here’s the upstairs bath:
It’s just a little patch; the big holes are still in there where the fan was installed and the electrical work was done above the toilet. But just getting that tiny bit done does make me feel a little better, since I stare at it every. single. time. that I get in the shower.