Over the weekend, John and I went to Architectural Antiques to see the light fixture and assess the damage. The crack was pretty severe but only upon pretty close--18"--range. Andy, the owner, offered us the fixture at half price, but was washing his hands of the light. So, if it breaks, the fixture goes in the trash. John and I decided that from the distances of both the dining loft and floor level, no one would be able to see the cracks, especially if we turn the shade toward the fireplace or toward the center of the pendant arrangement, we may be able to camouflage the damage. We bought it. I find it only slightly bothersome that we bought a broken light, but it's far more interesting than a steel plate.
Today, the drywall specialists arrived. Larry's note read, "Drywall all week!" I don't think the exclamation point was necessary. Two dudes are doing all the work--the ceiling, fireplace, and the bathroom.
The drywall dudes hung still more plastic so that our house looked like a funhouse, or, as John put it, the alien quarantine scene from E.T. Despite all the plastic, this part of the work is an enormous mess. And, I'm okay with that. It's annoying, sure, but mostly I want the best results and leaving the popcorn texture will not allow a good fit between the old plaster and the new drywall.
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| Drywall progress |
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| Layers |
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| Pink board with lots of plaster on top |
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| Fireplace |
At the end of the day, much of the ceiling over the studio was finished. Woot!
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| Holes for lighting + lots and lots of screws to cover |
It's going to be a long week.
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