Do you want to build a custom home? Do you want to renovate your existing home? My husband Mike and I have done both.
After all of the sheetrock shenanigans, I needed a rest cure, not continued third-floor renovations! The sheetrock installers and the tapers/spacklers had other ideas, though. They got right to work!
The crews that showed up for installation and finishing? Fast! Polite! Neat (for rockers, who create a tremendous amount of dust if they do their job well)!
Of course, our general contractor/carpenter Jimmy had the foresight to install a plastic zipper door at the foot of our third-floor staircase. Not only did the closed access (mostly) keep our three nosy Siamese from exploring the hazardous (for small animals anyway) construction site. It kept the majority of the sheetrock sanding dust from drifting ever downward to coat everything we own on the second and first floors in that gritty white stuff. Brilliant!
Have you lived through the noise of an active construction site? The sheetrock installers move fast. All I heard for hours on end was the sound of rapidly moving footsteps and the steady squeallll of a screw gun. At the end of the day, this is what our third floor walls looked like:
Then came the guys who taped the joints and sanded them smooth. One of the guys is a cat man. He spent his lunch break yakking with our three kitty brats through the glass doors to our home office. Odie, who usually hid during daily construction, was lured out of his hidey hole on the third shelf of the bookcase by the soothing chatter of this guy. Apollo, our other Great White, sat on his hind legs and touched the glass doors with his front paws. Clearly, he was greeting his guest. I am always fascinated watching people with animals. I can tell a lot about a person by how he interacts with an animal. Can you?
At the end of the three days of spackling and sanding the many, many joints on our third-floor walls and ceiling, the space looked like this:
The sheetrock guys did a stellar job. My hand brushed smoothly over every joint. The edges of the taping seams were nicely feathered. My husband Mike was pleased with the job, especially because that meant our painter — Mike himself — would be able to jump right in to priming. He wouldn’t need to sand any leftover rough spots first.
Next Up: Home Reno: Trimmed Out!