Sheetrocking the Kitchen

Well, this has just turned into a happy little project.

I was all excited about my new belt sander and how I was going to show everyone in the world how I can make gold out of coal. Well, I ran into a little unexpected snag.

This morning’s task was to sand one part of the wall that goes along the hallway. I was going to sand it, put a skim coat of joint compound on it, sand it, skim coat it, sand it and then paint it. I was hoping to have a photo for tomorrow’s post. Well, tomorrow’s post will have a photo, but not of my handiwork.

This is how nicely I sanded the wall this morning. It’s nice, right? I did a great job. I ran that brand new belt sander all over the place and made things nice and smooth. It was like a baby’s bottom. With the utmost confidence, I put a nice thin layer of joint compound on the wall. It came out really nice.

I did that and then walked into the other room to get some work done. I was going to start sanding in a while, after it all dried. At this point, I think I had a little macho in my walk (I can get like that). After a little while, I came back in to look at the wall. I noticed that many parts of the paper underneath (I think the wallpaper) were bubbling. The moisture of the joint compound had made the wallpaper wet and separate from whatever it was holding onto. I thought to myself that it would dry and stretch back out, which it probably would. Then, I thought of myself not sleeping because I would know that I did a crappy job.

To make a long story short, I have a delivery of twelve sheets of half inch sheetrock coming tomorrow. I am taking the whole room apart and putting it back together the right way. I should’ve done that from the beginning, but then what fun would I have had?

It I ever become a politician, my first order of business is going to be outlawing wallpaper.