Looks like it’s always been that way. No one will ever know I made a tiny room even tinier.
But it seems bigger now that the big cabinet it out of there.
And we’re digging those wire racks in the pantry. Going to fill them up with kitchen gadgets in no time!
The only thing more fun than splotching joint compound onto walls is sanding joint compound off of walls.
Moving that wall in a few inches meant that the big cabinet in the laundry room would trap the washer and dryer in the room. You’d never be able to get them out if they needed out for any reason. We had to move the cabinet out of there and put something smaller in its place, a little antique buffet. So, the room shrank, but it grew.
Cutting all that sheetrock gets a little drywall dust on everything, but if you think that’s messy just wait until the hard part.
It didn’t put up much of a fight.
Now that the new addition is open, the laundry room wall doesn’t line up with the new wall adjoining it.
It’s all catawampus. And the paneling is gross. There’s actually three different kinds of paneling going on there: shitty, shittier and shittiest.
And the doorway is in the wrong place. It’s time to move the wall. Easy stuff.
I feel like we bought all these light fixtures a year ago and they’ve just been sitting in boxes waiting for the house to get finished.
It takes a roll of sheet metal and forms it into gutters on site. How cool is that?
The highest part of the ceiling in there is about 16 feet. You could fall from that height and then continue to fall down the stairs.
I can’t overstate how much Inky was afraid of this ceiling fan. For weeks, she would love going upstairs to explore, but she would NOT go in the bedroom. At the doorway, she would look up and see the fan, and she would freeze, wide-eyed and poofy-furred, and then slink away to the bathroom in retreat. It’s as if she thinks it’s the Eye of Mordor.
If in the future that ceiling fan falls on my head, I guess I can say my cat told me so.
Kinda reminds me of Pink Floyd.