More signs of progress here regarding the Savannah Bungalow kitchen reno. Today we installed the beautiful faux beams Steve, my stepdad, made for us. We needed a faux-beam to cover up the support-beam installed a few weeks ago to correct the dramatic sag in our kitchen ceiling (as discussed in a previous post). We decided to add a second one to frame the little laundry alcove so that the profile of both spaces will match.
The faux-beams actually make quite a huge difference! Steve used finger-jointed poplar boards and the whole project turned out really well. They’re just primed white, so we’ll need to paint them. They also need to be finished with cove moulding or trim. But for now, they are beautiful signs of forward-momentum…
Btw, if you’re wondering in regard to that image at the top: Do I see some drywall hanging on the back wall? YES. YES, YOU DO. My heart soars when I think about drywall these days. I have been so looking forward to this stage of the project. To me, it says how far we’ve come. It’s also a sign that we are boogying right along toward paint and cabinet-installation.
(Beneath the faux-beams is an elaborate configuration of furring-pieces installed perpendicular to the beam itself; the faux beams were secured to these after being raised into place.)
The beams had to go in before we could start the drywall. Now, Manny and I are learning to drywall as we go. Neither or us has actually installed it before, though I’ve mudded and taped and sanded. Um… once. But we have this (false) confidence after our great success refinishing the floor. So we are getting right in there. As per the ewsh, we see plenty of notes online warning newbies that this is quite mess-up-able. But are giving it the old college try anyway.
(A view of the beam-sections Steve made as models before constructing the full beams; you can see they’re hollow on the inside and constructed of three pieces of finger-jointed poplar.)
It was so tempting to just pay someone to come and hang the drywall for us — just this one, little-bitty thing. After all: Paying someone to install drywall for you, especially after you’ve prepped the space and purchased the drywall, isn’t the world’s biggest budget breaker. But we wouldn’t learn anything from that. (Besides the joys of laziness, of course.)
One splurge to help us on our way is the sweet new drill Manny just got. Our old drill wasn’t cutting the mustard — and why would it? Manny bought it years ago to help him install some shelves from Ikea. That poor thing was never meant to refinish a kitchen. Now we are the proud owners of a cordless DeWalt drill. It feels like we’ve entered the big leagues.
Also, on another note, let me just say it is full-blown, glorious spring in Savannah. Is there anything cuter than a basset hound smelling spring flowers?!
Tilly has been such a good sport through all of this reno madness. She’s our little cheerleader, and she always reminds us when it’s time to take a break and head out for a walk in the hood.
What about you?! Any other self-taught drywall hangers out there? With tips?