There is a lot to talk about with the destruction of our kitchen, so I'm hoping that I can find time to write a few different blogs about it.
The end of our kitchen started when I posted our double ovens on craigslist. I didn't hear anything for well over a week. Then I was contacted by a lady looking to buy them for the kitchen they're trying to build in their church. I said, "heck yeah!" then I asked if she need any cabinets and sent her pictures of our kitchen. Her reply, "we'll take them all." So three days later our kitchen was empty.
Last night was a hell of a night for destruction. We got a dumpster two days ago and have it for two weeks. We are feverishly ripping out, pulling up and knocking out everything that needs to go. Our fingers are crossed this will be the last dumpster we need.
Yesterday our project was pulling out the ceiling in the mudroom. A lot of our ceilings are lowered for canned lights, by two feet! We're trying to go as original as possible. Rick had peeked up into the ceiling and saw that it was FULL. Full of everything they left behind from remodeling the big handicap bathroom right above it. Paster, lath, juice boxes, pipes, a glove, tiles galore and more.
We knew this was going to be serious. So we masked up and got ready.
We rocked our motorcycle helmets, full coverage eye wear and respirators and gloves.
I am 100% positive that if we hadn't suited up like this one or both of use would have
landed in the ER.
So here are a couple of pictures of what our mudroom once was.
We kept the washer and dryer and fridge.
Luckily Rick didn't push the washer or dryer on me as
I guided them down the stairs backwards.
So armed with hammers, sledge hammers, and crow bars down came the ceiling.
Dry wall.
Dry wall either comes down in little chunks the size of your hand, usually we get
pieces as long as our arm, manageable sizes. So every time we pulled down a chunk,
our poured all of this shit. There's really no better word to describe it. The helmets
were a pretty genius idea, by me. :) It gets better.....
Drywall is sold and put up in sheets that are about 4 feet by 8 feet. They're pretty big and this was about 1/2 thick. Rick and I are ripping down chunks and I'm getting all excited trying to yell to
Rick through my respirator, "COPPER!! BRASS!! We're gonna make some money!"
Of course Rick heard none of it. Then this crack and rip melded together sound happens, and I can't see Rick! He managed to almost get a full sheet off in one pull. There was sooooo much shit up there and it all came down at once and the cloud of dust was nothing I had ever experienced. I didn't know how to feel excited for terrified.
We worked on trying to plastic off the door ways and close up the rooms to keep the dust out, we knew it was going to be bad. We had NO idea how bad it was going to be. Pictures can't even amount to what we came out to.
This is from the second floor you can see the dog prints on the floor. That thick layer is on EVERYTHING even in the bedrooms up stairs that were shut.
So today I've been using my gift wrapping skills and cleaning and covering individual pieces of furniture with plastic.
So lastly, I managed to convince Rick to let me save some of the weird stuff we found to take a picture of it. He thinks I'm so weird for the things I take picture of. But I wanna remember all of this so when the house is done someday and I show people picture of what it was, and what we did.
This is just some of the stuff that fell out of the ceiling that wasn't what you would expect to fall out of ceiling. Oh, and there's Henry! Trying to steal stuff. He's a little thief.
Among the wreckage I found four good chunks of wall paper!
That tiny white bottle is a tiny bottle of Old Spice after shave. Weird.
So after a long time cleaning up the mess, we have this. After we cleaned, we walked out to the hall and saw all the dust. We weren't don't cleaning. Out came the vacuums. And this morning we work up and all that sucked up was back on everything. I'm sure we will have to dust five more times before it stops falling. This is way worse than refinishing floors.
We still have a few more walls to go through.
More on the kitchen coming soon.
i'm not rereading this for a while. I gotta do some stuff. So sorry if there are any typos ill fix them tonight!