All three are true. But it's the last excuse that I'm sticking with and I'll explain why.
Some of you know we had an exciting day last winter when our pipes not only froze, but the pipe to the half bath toilet finally burst. While there was no major damage, unless you count the mice that were out a warm comfy home and a very happy cat, we did decide it was high time we replaced the original plumbing in our almost-one hundred year-old house.
(This photo is not the result of the burst pipe, this was the "during" photo)
However, that meant we would have to replace the ceiling in the kitchen. But that was still a good thing because we had a drop ceiling that was covering damaged plaster.
(This is a close-up of the plumbing, I told you, I took a lot of photos.)
And so we waited.
We took down the rest of the plaster ceiling while we waited.
Eventually August arrived and so did the electrician. It took him a week (and a half) but he finally got us rewired.
Then the fun began.
First, we had a bat that made a bad decision. We both still have a little PTSD over it, so ask us about it and you'll hear a very animated, entirely 100% true version of the night of the bat invasion and how we removed it safely from our home.
Over Labor Day weekend, we borrowed a friend's pick-up truck, bought new drywall and all the other supplies we would need (except we didn't because who, during any home project no matter how extensive a list you make, purchases everything you need on the first trip), and went home and hung (hanged?) a brand-new drywall ceiling in our 8'-6" first floor. This is three inches taller than before when we had the drop ceiling.
The following day was full of taping, mudding, and patching.
Followed by sanding.
Then came time to paint. First the ceiling, then the walls.
Bill had to go out of town, so we had planned it out that the ceiling would be ready for paint before he left. I was able to prime it and paint it while he was gone. When he returned, we picked out the wall color and painted the town red. Oh no, wait. We didn't paint it red, but we did get the walls painted.
Here's the ceiling.
Here's a taste of the wall color.
Then, on went the black paint and we have a very mid-century retro kitchen floor. My knees are finally recovering.
But wait, shouldn't we do something with the cabinet hardware?
That meant another trip to the store to buy some black paint. Bill removed and sanded thirty-some (he knows the exact number) hinges, plus handles, and all the screws to the cabinets. I know, for such a small kitchen, it sure seemed like a lot.
The final results look like this:
And for a closer view of the new curtains...