We are expecting a friend to stay with us for the August 20th weekend. So for that to happen we needed to have a guest room with a bed and walls that did not have a section made of garbage bags.
While doing that I figured I might as well patch the kitchen ceiling for the 3rd time. Not that the hole wasn’t a nice focal point.
The bedroom was painless. We have learnt that to match the thickness of the plaster it is best to use a ¼” sheet of drywall and a ½” sheet of drywall stacked, Then you do not need to put on 500 coats of mud trying to make up ¼” of thickness.
The kitchen started out well, I measured the drywall and marked the location of all the studs. My husband came to hold it in place while I screwed in the corners. That’s when the water started pouring out of the gap between the new and the old. We quickly took the new piece down and looked into the familiar hole. I had screwed through a supply pipe. The only drywall screws we had left were 3” and I managed to hit the only pipe within the area. Seriously the pipe is about 1” by 4” and the whole is about 36”x48”. Sucks.
My husband was very, very angry. He went and bought that magic putty stuff and patched the hole. We went to dinner and came home to a stream of water. Weighing our options we decided having running water outweighed the potential cost of an emergency plumber visit. Turned out that even thought it was
I have since re-installed the drywall and put a coat of mud on without issue. It really makes the room brighter; there is more white ceiling for the light to bounce off of.
And now we know: everyone makes mistakes it is a part of life, you have to laugh when something like this happens.
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