Bare old bones
A couple of very focused, very knowledgeable drywall and plaster experts started in on my bedroom this morning at 8:30. It's been a noisy, chaotic, somewhat nerve-wracking day.
On tearing out the first chunk of ceiling, the guys discovered that it wasn't plaster OR drywall, but some kind of weird cardboardy stuff about 50mm thick, mounted to an insufficient lumber framework. Above this false ceiling was a gap of 30 cm (14 inches) or so, and above that, the original plaster ceiling. Apparently someone in the 70s wanted to lower heating costs. Or something.
The cardboard ceiling, its inadequate superstructure, the wide gap, and the original ceiling.
So I guess my new bedroom is going to have a relatively soaring 9-plus-foot (275 cm) ceiling. I did not see that coming. The difference this will make in the room's proportions is startling:
The guys sealed the bedroom door with plastic to protect the rest of the house from dust, and they came and went and carted lumber and debris out all day long entirely through the west window:
Not the usual ingress and egress point.
They'll be back in the morning to finish the demolition and clean up the mess. Electrical work is on Friday. Sheetrock goes up on Saturday. Taping and mudding next Monday. Then I can paint.
After that, it's flooring. Then furniture delivery, assembly and installation. Then I move select items back into the room and have a yard sale to get rid of the rest.
Then done. Done done done.
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On tearing out the first chunk of ceiling, the guys discovered that it wasn't plaster OR drywall, but some kind of weird cardboardy stuff about 50mm thick, mounted to an insufficient lumber framework. Above this false ceiling was a gap of 30 cm (14 inches) or so, and above that, the original plaster ceiling. Apparently someone in the 70s wanted to lower heating costs. Or something.
The cardboard ceiling, its inadequate superstructure, the wide gap, and the original ceiling.
So I guess my new bedroom is going to have a relatively soaring 9-plus-foot (275 cm) ceiling. I did not see that coming. The difference this will make in the room's proportions is startling:
The guys sealed the bedroom door with plastic to protect the rest of the house from dust, and they came and went and carted lumber and debris out all day long entirely through the west window:
Not the usual ingress and egress point.
They'll be back in the morning to finish the demolition and clean up the mess. Electrical work is on Friday. Sheetrock goes up on Saturday. Taping and mudding next Monday. Then I can paint.
After that, it's flooring. Then furniture delivery, assembly and installation. Then I move select items back into the room and have a yard sale to get rid of the rest.
Then done. Done done done.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth, where there are
comments.