About two years ago, we bought our first home. It’s funny how going through all the stress of home buying and signing away your life for a piece of property can make you become extremely overprotective over it. It’s also funny how my husband believes that any task requiring any sort of tool is something he can do better than any professional. (Anyone remember Tim The-Tool-Man Taylor? Yeah, I married him)
The first week in our new home, I was dreaming up all of the projects and renovations I hoped we would soon take on (while doing everything in my power to avoid having to actually unpack boxes). My husband was dreaming up ways to stay cooler in our 40-year-old house in the middle of a Texas summer. Having a ceiling fan in the bedroom has always been a sore topic between us. I’m practically always freezing and the fan tends to dry out my contacts; Hubs runs about 20 degrees warmer than me and is always wanting cool air. Well, I agreed to him installing a fan and of course no one but him would be doing the job.
I was in the living room unpacking boxes (Okay…I was quietly Pinning on my phone while pretending to unpack) when he climbed up into the attic to hook up the wiring for the fan. Suddenly I heard a loud crash from the guest bathroom. I cringed and immediately thought, “Aw shit, he just put his foot through the ceiling”. I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. “Do I want to come in there and see what happened?”…”Oops, my foot slipped off the rafter”. I very slowly made my way into the bathroom and saw the ceiling of my new [to me] home falling apart with my husband’s leg through it.
Eventually the fan was hung and my husband agreed to never to go into the attic again. We saw the mini-disaster as somewhat of blessing because our home has popcorn ceiling that we can’t wait to get rid of. This way, we’d have one room down. I came home from work a few nights later to hubs and his friend working on the new drywall for the ceiling.
I had been toying around with the idea of a beadboard ceiling after I stumbled across some random images on Pinterest. I was worried he’d find the idea too “crafty” and it would ruin the flow of their work, so I very sheepishly suggested it. He was actually thrilled with the idea because not only would it look cool, but it would make the rest of his repairs much easier.
We purchased regular beadboard, stained it, painted it white, and then sanded it to give it a reclaimed look. We finished the room off with a thin trim. It was cost effective, easy, and gives our little bathroom a lot of character!
I guess I can let him off the hook for that mishap since it turned into this! What other ‘disasters-turned-projects’ have you encountered?