MORE Ceiling Stuff

Oh, you’re still here?

That’s so sweet of you.  Thank you for following the ups and downs of Operation: No More Popcorn – my Sisyphean task of scraping all the popcorn ceilings, spackling/mudding, sanding, and painting and priming the entire house.  Boredom, at this point, would be understandable.  Indifference, anticipated.

But if you’re still reading, and even still rooting for me, well… You have my undying gratitude and affection.
Let’s feel good about ourselves for a moment, shall we?

Here’s the list of rooms in this house that started out with popcorn ceilings (oh, that’s right – every single one):

• Front Living Room
• Dining Room
• Kitchen
• Back Living Room
• Half Bath
• Hallway
• Stairway
• Upstairs Hallway
• Master Bedroom
• Master Bathroom
• Second Bedroom
• Third Bedroom
• Office (Fourth Bedroom)
• Upstairs Bath

And now let’s update that list with a fun and colorful infographic to show the progress that’s been made!

I’m excited – are you excited?!

Not too bad, eh?  Let’s not consider whether the “done” list outweighs the “to-do” list at the moment, because I’m not sure my fragile ego could take the hit.

So here’s what’s been going on lately…

Abby elected herself to “project supervisor” and made sure I took scheduled breaks to rehydrate… and feed her snacks.

The dining room went from this:

To this:

The master bedroom went from this:

To this:

And the office (large 4th bedroom) turned into a desolate disaster zone:

Complete with this vignette of a sad chair.  I mean – I had to watermark that image, right?  Otherwise someone else will win a photography prize for its perfect encapsulation of the essence of “despair”.

Somehow it completely slipped Dante’s mind to make the punishment in the ninth circle of hell “pole sanding a ceiling.”  I view this as an extreme missed opportunity on his part, because in my more vindictive moments, I can think of no better punishment for the likes of Judas and Hitler.  These are the things I reflect upon, balanced precariously up on a ladder, sweat searing through my eyes and puddling in my safety glasses: Evil dead guys should be doing this in my stead.