>> Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Oh, boy was it a weekend. Or as the boyfriend referred to it, an I-can’t-wait-to-go-back-to-work-on-Monday-to-get-some-rest kind of weekend. More on what a trooper he is later.
Last I left you, the old linoleum floors were freshly removed from the construction site.
But prep work was far from behind us. Before we could begin installing the new floor, the long awaited doorway connecting the kitchen to the laundry room had to be demo-ed. See that frighteningly patchy eye sore on the wall next to the range?
So long sheetrock.
Our Friday night was dedicated to clearing enough of an opening for a new door and rebuilding the door frame to size. Once the sheetrock was removed (true confession, I got a little hammer happy and took out more than I should have, but nothing that couldn’t be patched later), the exposed studs were sliced and diced.
Note to self: Give the boy a saw and he’s onboard from just about any project.
And new 2x4s were carefully secured in their proper places, with a lot of “wait a minute while I think about this for a second” and a little of “are we sure it needs to move 1/4 of an inch to the left?” Also known as the DIY language of love.