So, how was your weekend? Did you injure your left butt muscle lifting a two hundred pound sander into your vehicle after eighteen hours of sanding? No? Weird. Must just be me.
My plan going in to this weekend was to sand down the living room (pink parlor) floor on Saturday, and the worlds biggest hallway on Sunday, and then be done. Yes. Just like that.
Started out good enough on Saturday…
But, like the first room I sanded the floors down in, the boards in the living room were cupped from a winter without heat. This meant it was going to be another 14-passes-with-the-sander kind of project. This also meant I was unamused.
I spend 7 hours sanding on Saturday, made decent progress on the living room, and woke up Sunday still optimistically believing I may be able to get both rooms done by the end of the day. That optimism lasted about 35 seconds.
As I work on projects around the house it’s second-nature for me to think about how I’ll write the story when it’s all said and done– what parts of the project are most important to point out, what worked well, where I struggled. My hope is that I’m always telling an authentic story, and I realized early on (about the time I got out of bed and caught a glimpse of my exhausted, puffy face in the mirror) that Sunday wasn’t going to be one of those days where I would just breeze through my project du jour without having to put up a fight.
Sometimes it looks too easy when you see it in a few nicely instagrammed snapshots. Sometimes, when you sit down to write about it after the fact, you can’t capture the exhaustion, the excitement, the frustration, the relief. I know I say it a lot, but DIY isn’t easy, no matter what they show you on HGTV. So, in the spirit of telling the real story, I made a little video diary of sorts to share the highs and lows of the day. And also to procrastinate more sanding, of course.
Not pretty, but it’s real.
But, hey, you know what is pretty?
I may have only gotten one room done, but progress is progress, and I can’t argue with the fact that it’s looking good. I also can’t argue with the fact that I need to get more sleep so I look less like a zombie.
My increasing resemblance to the undead notwithstanding, I still need to buckle down and put a little more time into this room this week to prep it for both floor stain and wall paint. That list includes:
- Patching the holes in the ceiling (because drywall dust and floor stain don’t mix)
- Patching some holes in the actual flooring
- Hitting the entire floor with 100 grit on the orbital, and working on some tight corners with the palm sander
- Lots of shopvacing and tack cloths
- Removing the chandelier
If I can get enough done this week I may rent the drum sander again next weekend and try to get the entryway sanded before the painters come a week for today. Or I may way a few weeks until that butt muscle recovers…