Yes, a woman’s work is never done. But sometimes it moves ahead at a satisfying pace. Here’s the weekend’s big accomplishment:
The ceiling of the bedroom-to-be. It’s just under half done, since yesterday afternoon. I’d have made it farther, but I’m only good for an hour or two at a time hammering overhead.
This very thin tongue-and-groove pine isn’t meant for ceilings; it’s for walls and wainscotings. But it’s working fine. Before I committed to putting it on the bedroom ceiling, I nailed a few pieces up on the ceiling of the screenporch where it held up well for a month in all weather — and that was without the glops of Liquid Nails I’m supplementing with here.
Though the material is more expensive than drywall (and — gasp — I didn’t scrounge it or even get it on sale), I can apply it myself instead of bringing in The Wandering Monk. So the cost of the completed ceiling is about the same as drywall, and the labor is one heck of a lot more pleasant. Drywalling ceilings is the worst.
Kinda pretty, too. I was planning to paint it white, but now I dunno …