how the kitchen looked on monday…
Dirty.
Broken and dirty. I’ve been coughing up plaster all day at work, and am very much looking forward to getting back to the bang and crash opera that will be my night.
Honestly, though - this is very cool stuff I’m getting to see. My house was built in 1927, and the innards of some of these walls haven’t been touched since. I had no idea about how difficult putting up a plaster wall must have been. Or, if not difficult, certainly time consuming. Oye with the lathes already!
Cross your fingers, and I’ll be ready to hang drywall this weekend.
This should be good.
