A couple of months ago Mark was temporarily medically disqualified. (Don't worry...he's fine now and back to work!) As part of it, he found himself with two weeks of unexpected time off from work. What better way to fill the time, he told me, than to rip down all the paneling and drywall the entire living toom? The 17'x33' living room? "My dad can help and we can do it in a week", he said. Famous last words.
Mark's dad came down with his work truck and as soon as I woke up from my post-mid nap, they started ripping the paneling off the walls. I was half-expecting to find all sorts of nightmares stuffed in the walls, but it really wasn't that bad...aside from a few dead mice and a LOT of ladybugs, it was mostly just a lot of extra boards and some useless insulation.
We went to Home Depot, bought a BUNCH of drywall and insulation and some other odds and ends, then Mark and his dad got to work. They spent nearly an entire day doing some electrical work (including adding a new outlet and running the 220v line over to the fireplace for the next phase of the project), then started putting up the drywall.
Mark's dad managed to get all the drywall finished before heading out that Friday. We couldn't repaint yet, since everything needed to be sanded, so we had naked walls for a couple weeks.
I didn't take any pictures until the end of this round - there was SO much dust. Mark's dad finished and sanded the drywall, then got the electric fireplace installed and ready for finishing. He also removed the damaged wood floor that had been under the ugly shelf thing we removed. This was also the week that I brought Wembley home - I pulled into the driveway with her about 5 minutes after Mark's dad pulled in with his truck, so it was mayhem for a little while there. Between the dust from the sanding and getting Wembley used to everything, I spent a lot of time hanging out in the kitchen that week.
After Round 2:
It took a little while to clean up all the dust from the sanding, but we eventually hit a point where we could start painting. That was about the same time I messed up something in my back shoveling snow, so poor Mark did pretty much all of the painting himself.
Finally, the light at the end of the tunnel! This time both of Mark's parents came down in their camper and brought their dog, Rudy, too. We started with a trip to Home Depot for a few more supplies, then Mark's dad got right to work on the fireplace.
Almost done! The tiles we picked wound up working out really well; they look muted from one angle, but when the light hits them they're bright and iridescent. The floor tiles are shiny metal cobblestones, which works well with the metal pieces in the other tiles on the wall.