First Steps, First Mistake

It's been one week since we closed on the house, and progress is happening! We began by repairing drywall and putting primer on the walls. It already feels like a new place - mostly because we don't have to walk in and see these cringe-worthy paint colors:

Before Picture: Living Room

Before Picture: Second Bedroom

(future half of master)

Before Picture: Closet

(future nothing. It will be gone)

We collectively decided that the people who lived here before had hundreds of pictures/posters/wall decorations. And, someone may have punched a few walls in the process of hanging them up. Regardless, I learned how to use drywall mud, spackle, and all the tools that go with them. I also became proficient at sanding. I think before I was just apprentice, but I'm meeting that benchmark now (teacher talk!). I came home each night covered in dust, mud, and primer paint, but I'm pretty sure the walls took some of it.

New work boots - not so new anymore.

Cody: actually doing things

Maegan: learning how to drywall/taking pictures

On Sunday night, things were starting to look better. The living room had its second coat of primer, and the ugly brown/green color was nowhere to be found. As we were packing up to leave, however, we noticed something odd:

Chicken Pox?

Our living room wall was either going through puberty and dealing with acne, or it had some kind of disease. Of course, we acted completely normal and decided to see what it would look like the next day. 

No. That's not at all what we did.

What would any normal person do when they see a weird air bubble in a fresh coat of paint? Pop it. We popped every single one. Okay, maybe a normal person wouldn't do that, but they would definitely be tempted. 

So, we popped all of these bubbles and everything came up: both coats of primer, ugly brown paint, and probably some other things in between. With one particularly big air bubble, the paint started peeling. So, what did we do? We peeled it - hoping it wouldn't last the whole wall. It didn't. But we ended up with this huge ugly spot and a ridiculous amount of regret. After a stressful conversation of what could have caused this, we decided the best thing to blame would be the ugly brown paint. 

The ugly brown paint had leprosy. (Completely normal conclusion - right?)

Wrong. A quick conversation with a painting expert (AKA Cody's Mom), assured us that we just needed to wait until the paint dries, and those air bubbles might go away. 

Oh.

So, that's this week: our first projects and our first mistake. It's gotta go up from here, yeah? I think so. I'll end this post with a picture of the ceiling fan we found in the hallway. It makes me laugh every time I see it.

Look at those tiny little blades! WHO MAKES THESE?