So, after the grand finale of Project Powder Room, we decided to take on a smaller DIY project…popcorn ceilings.Â
The kitchen was our next target.Â We’d had some significant water damage a couple years ago, and while we got a new roof out of the deal, we never quite got around to fixing the water-stained crumbling spot in the kitchen ceiling.Â Also, when we changed out the light fixtures when Trey first bought the house, we chose a smaller fixture, leaving a dark ring around the base of it where the previous fixture once was.Â
It seemed simple enough.Â I’d already scraped the popcorn ceiling in the bathroom, and that project (well,Â that part of it anyway) only took a couple hours.Â So I cleared everything off the counters and taped up plastic to protect the walls and appliances and went to town.Â I was careful not to scrape as deepÂ as I had in the bathroom in order to keep the surface as smooth as possible.Â After two days the ceiling was flat and had two coats of paint on it, and I was perfectly ready to put the project to bed.Â
Trey had other plans.
Because I put two coats of paint up in about three hours, (for the record, the can of paint specifically said that a second coat could be applied after only ONE hour), the ceiling started to ripple and bubble. I was perfectly content to pretend it wasn’t there…cause come on, who’s gonna pay that close attention to theÂ ceiling anyway?Â But my precious husband wanted to make sure the job was done right.Â
So…after some ridiculous mood-swingy hormone-filledÂ sobbing and crying on my part, Trey convinced me to let him repair the lumpy spot in the center of the ceiling.Â
And, while it didn’t seem necessary to me at the time, the ceiling really is better for it.
Now, the thing I most regret is that while the plastic was up in the middle of the room, I didn’t get a picture of Rufus getting stuck in it.Â We’d retaped the plastic to the ceiling just around the middle section that Trey fixed up.Â We made a complete cone of plastic – you had to walk though about 4 feet of a plastic “hallway” to get in.Â I don’t know how Rufus made his way in to the plastic cone…that was covered in debris from the ceiling, but I do know that he knew he wasn’t supposed to be there, and he didn’t know how the heck to get out.Â Trey and I pointed and laughed at him for a good five minutes before he finally broke through the force field, covered in plaster from the ceiling.Â We’re pretty sure he was traumatized.
We’re gonna make great parents one of these days…