In Which We Spend Far Too Many Weekends Hanging Drywall Piece by Piece.
I've been a neglectful blogger lately - it's been almost a month. The lag in posting has a lot to do with starting on the drywall in the basement, Brian and Chrissy's return to Minnesota, discovering I like to knit, snow, and the impending Christmas season. We honestly haven't done much worth writing about.
The significant thing that we have managed to do in the last month is drywalling the basement ceiling and have gotten a full corner section of wall done. (Credit where credit is due - Dan and Brian helped out a lot.) I think our building permit expires at the end of the year - we're not going to make it. We should only be a month or so late, I think (read: desperately hope). Then we can start on the fun of painting and flooring and making this an actual ROOM.
I was just looking over the last post I made about the basement, and got a little nostalgic at how nice it looked all tidy and clean. Drywall has destroyed that, leaving a layer of chalky gypsum dust all over everything. My eyes have been simultaneously dry and weepy for weeks. There are tools strewn all over the place. The trash has not been taken out. We are renovation slobs. See?
I've been enjoying the work overall, but I think I'm ready for the heavy stuff to be done. Bring on the girly projects, please! Craig was making fun of me a couple of weeks ago - we did a bunch of drywall work in the afternoon, and then I sat down and sewed a case for my knitting needles. If you need me, I'll just be preening my Renaissance Woman badge.
