A Learning Opportunity I Didn’t Ask For
I can’t believe I don’t have a picture of what the wall looked like before I started this unplanned project, sorry. My father was in town for some family graduations; his first time back to the house since move-in week. He stayed in the guest bedroom and 8 days in he decided the exposed brick wall, only about 18″ wide was unnecessary and that I should drywall over it as I did in the kitchen. He wasn’t wrong. I’ve thought the same at times, but for me it would be a project to tackle AFTER everything outstanding was done. Last Sunday it was moved to top of list.
I stopped at Lowe’s after church and got a great sales clerk who cut the drywall down to the width I needed, which would be the only way I’d be able to get it home in my PT Cruiser. Like in the kitchen, I nailed one piece to the brick wall and a second piece on top of it. That entire wall was about 36″ wide and the side that had drywall came away from the brick about 1″, but not consistently. The top was wider and I had to use some thin strips of wood as shims to make the new drywall meet the existing wall. I really thought my father was going to do the project, since he made it an issue, but that did not turn out to be the case. I got both pieces hung, taped, and mud with just verbal instructions from the sidelines. Fortunately I had plenty of plaster and tape left from the drywall crews to use.
I had appointments out Monday and Tuesday and my father was leaving Wednesday. I just assumed he would get me to at least paint stage, but that proved to not be the case. I had entered the “learning opportunity” zone. I questioned how I would ever be able to create a level and smooth surface after the first coat, but he said I’d be applying three and it would work out. Tuesday I applied the second coat, trying my best to remember what the young man had done on the kitchen patch, which resulted in minimal sanding and dust. My father let me know that I did not come out far enough from the 1st coat in order to feather appropriately. He showed me the technique for applying pressure to one side of the trowel. He left Wednesday and I felt I had a hot mess I’d never be able to get right. A full wall is much different from the small patch projects I had been doing.
I put on the third coat (below left) and then decided to sand as I could see grooves in the dried plaster from where I applied too much pressure to one side. I was also using a 6″ trowel, probably too small for project. Flashback to the drywall crew that left my house in a hot mess. Mudding drywall is definitely an art. The young man that did the kitchen barely left a thimble worth of dust for twice the size space. I could easily fill a gallon paint bucket. Since I could feel humps in the wall, I decided to apply a fourth coat of mud (below right). I knew I’d have more sanding, but at that point I actually felt good about the end product. The wall was flat and majority smooth.
I wanted to tackle the 1st floor bathroom closet door and start staining the built-in for the Memorial holiday weekend, so I was bound and determined to get this wall redo done on Saturday. Once I got the big piles of dust up, I vacuumed the wall to get the remaining residue up and then applied Drywall Primer; fortunately I had about a 1/2 gallon left. Following that I painted the ceiling and then put the first coat on of color on the wall. Unfortunately, with the color I did not have enough paint, so I was forced to purchase another gallon of Passive from Sherwin Williams. 10:41 pm I put a wrap on the project minus the whole house mopping I’ll need to do to clean up the dust tracks from my Crocs.
The wall turned out as good as the “professional” drywall crew I hired, so glad I had the “learning opportunity”, but I have no interest in honing that craft. I don’t like any aspects of drywall. Next up in that room is changing the orientation of the bed. My father had better ideas for that too. More drywall work involved, but at least it will be small patches in my wheelhouse. I’ll need help from my electrician, Mr. McGhee, to run the TV and Internet lines to the opposite wall.
Prior to my purchase, my neighbor decided to widen their driveway by moving their fence about two feet onto my property negating the ability to walk around the side of my house and leaving me a sidewalk to nowhere.) It lowered the soil at the foundation and left an improper slope.
handle. It took four men to lift the tiller into my PT Cruiser and all swore it wouldn’t fit. With ramps I got it out and in by myself. Out by putting it in neutral and using gravity to let it roll down the ramp; in by driving it up the ramp. Men.
I had a couple of bare spots that I made worse, intentionally, just so I could have the seed in loose soil. Then I turned my sights on the primary area. I called my cousin Zachary to come by the house about 2pm to help me load the unit back in the car (I called him after watching 4 men struggle, I hadn’t used it yet to know in gear 1 it moved slow enough to drive it into the back of my car). Well at 2 pm I hadn’t made a dent, so thankfully when my aunt brought him over he stayed until his mom got off work and picked him up, about 3 hours
First step was building a box. My HVAC company had marked the spot with an orange box, so I’d know the location and size. I had to go on memory because the rain and my digging project eliminated his markings. Next step was making sure the box was level. I made a 4″ thick frame, but in order for the box to be level the side closer to the house had to be elevated with stakes making it almost to 6″ deep. That just confirmed how bad the pitch towards the house is and why I always got a pool of water in that area.
Stained glass frame was nailed to the wall
as possible. Of course I broke a perfectly good section of the outer trim in the process. Also the initial huge success I had with clamping and forcing the trim to bend created a stress crack on the base. This project was taking many steps backwards.

The last storage closet door was graffiti filled and carved into. The carving was too deep to sand out. It was filled with an ink that did not budge with denatured alcohol or graffiti remover. Unfortunately it’s the side of the door that is exposed to the room. Another “character” mark in testimony to what my home has survived.
have put a light on the outside of the closet. I believe it will be possible to add, but for now I’m placing my favorite lamp in the corner. I bought that lamp for my first apartment,outside of school, for a short lived job I had in Detroit. I really didn’t have a place for it, until now. I will purchase a motion sensor outlet (asked the Google, found it on Amazon), so it will just come on when I walk past.
Once again I was able to find the perfect door, in its jamb, at Building Value Cincinnati (I bartered the original for it, so it was practically free). It was obvious the door had been in a fire. It reeked of smoke. One side was more severe than the other; the years of varnish/finish actually blistered, which probably protected the door. I decided to sand this side of the door vs. stripping. No pros or cons, I just thought sanding would be faster, which proved to be correct. I had the door sanded, cleaned, and stained with the

After going to the Tile Shop, Floor and Decor, and Lowes I found exactly what I had in my mind at Home Depot,
Well not until Milo, my dog, decided to step in the paint and track it around the 1st floor. She didn’t tape down dozens of plastic drop clothes. She got all the closets, the guest bedroom, the hall, touched up all the bad spots left by the other two I paid to paint, and painted the trim in the kitchen. I am so sorry I didn’t know about her sooner.
My friend Joan shared that in her first apartment she hung wallpaper in her closets, so guest got a pleasant surprise when they opened them. I loved that idea, so I started combing the Internet. I was hoping to find something uplifting, positive, motivational, so a search for motivational wallpaper led me to a site called Murals Your Way. That is where I found the perfect covering for inside my entry foyer closet (the only one I’m going to cover). The artist is Valentina Ramos and her piece is called