there is a huge hole in our bathroom wall
As you may know (or not know) we are renovating the house. Nothing major, just enough to stress me out because there are tools and dust and wallpaper scraps all over and the microwave is under a stack of very heavy books. Which means I may have to actually cook.
So. One room that is actually close to being finished is our master bath. New wallpaper, new fixtures (lights and faucet!) new little knobby things on the cabinets, etc, etc. We pulled off the giant wall mirror and planned to put a fabulous framed mirror from Restoration Hardware (on sale!) that was also a medicine cabinet there, above the sink. Which means we'd have to cut a hole in the wall to stick it in. No big deal.
Last night, at TEN O'CLOCK Sam decides it's time to tackle this project. I miss Daily and Colbert but whatever. We measure off how big the hole should be, right between the light fixtures. We've got levels, special pencils, new blade in the razor blade thing to cut through the sheet rock... shouldn't take *too* long right?
S: If we're lucky, there'll be a stud on either side of where we're cutting. That way we can nail the mirror into each stud on the sides.
Me: Should you check that?
S: I did.
Me: How?
*Sam knocks on wall, listening for the sound to change*
Me: Don't you think you should use the stud finder? (read: the fancy, electronic, beeping doodad that is probably lost in the garage)
S: Naw. It doesn't work anyway.
Me: You mean in general or yours doesn't work?
S: Mine doesn't work. OK! Let's CUT!
It takes FOREVER to cut this giant rectangle out of our freshly, beautifully wallpapered wall. Why? Because there were THREE giant STUDS behind it. Of course, if there are big planks of wood in the way of our medicine cabinet/mirror, it ain't going in. Before we *really* got cutting though, we said that if we found a stud we'd just take out that section with the jigsaw- no problem. That would work except for the big, GIANT pipes in the way.
So now we have a huge hole in the wall that we're going to have to sheet rock *back* over. And you guessed it, no more wallpaper. Evidently we didn't plan for boneheaded decisions like tearing up the wall when we ordered our rolls.
Sam pouted for TWO hours. I've never known a man to be so upset to be losing medicine cabinet storage.
*sigh*
So. One room that is actually close to being finished is our master bath. New wallpaper, new fixtures (lights and faucet!) new little knobby things on the cabinets, etc, etc. We pulled off the giant wall mirror and planned to put a fabulous framed mirror from Restoration Hardware (on sale!) that was also a medicine cabinet there, above the sink. Which means we'd have to cut a hole in the wall to stick it in. No big deal.
Last night, at TEN O'CLOCK Sam decides it's time to tackle this project. I miss Daily and Colbert but whatever. We measure off how big the hole should be, right between the light fixtures. We've got levels, special pencils, new blade in the razor blade thing to cut through the sheet rock... shouldn't take *too* long right?
S: If we're lucky, there'll be a stud on either side of where we're cutting. That way we can nail the mirror into each stud on the sides.
Me: Should you check that?
S: I did.
Me: How?
*Sam knocks on wall, listening for the sound to change*
Me: Don't you think you should use the stud finder? (read: the fancy, electronic, beeping doodad that is probably lost in the garage)
S: Naw. It doesn't work anyway.
Me: You mean in general or yours doesn't work?
S: Mine doesn't work. OK! Let's CUT!
It takes FOREVER to cut this giant rectangle out of our freshly, beautifully wallpapered wall. Why? Because there were THREE giant STUDS behind it. Of course, if there are big planks of wood in the way of our medicine cabinet/mirror, it ain't going in. Before we *really* got cutting though, we said that if we found a stud we'd just take out that section with the jigsaw- no problem. That would work except for the big, GIANT pipes in the way.
So now we have a huge hole in the wall that we're going to have to sheet rock *back* over. And you guessed it, no more wallpaper. Evidently we didn't plan for boneheaded decisions like tearing up the wall when we ordered our rolls.
Sam pouted for TWO hours. I've never known a man to be so upset to be losing medicine cabinet storage.
*sigh*