Laying on the floor in drifts of plaster dust, sanding walls at baseboard level, is about as fun as it sounds.
Laying in a gutter, drunk and disoriented is better, because:
- There is no sanding or innocious white dust involved;
- You most likely had some fun leading to your sojourn in the gutter.
I mentioned my first round of plastering and the disaster that ensued. With the help of a great Facebook amigo, a refugee from a rather dramatic social networking site, my plaster stuck to the walls. In my zealousness and hope not to do the job again I put the plaster on thick. Really thick.
Imagine how thick a four-year-old child puts peanut butter on a sandwich. Yes, I put the plaster on that thick.
The downside: The sanding. This chore isn’t pleasant at the best of times- even less so when it has to be done at floor level. In an effort to remain comfortable I tried to do from a chair, hunched over. Then on my knees. Finally, after a cold can of Tsingdao beer removed my inhibitions, I laid on the floor and became one with my job.
All-in-all, it looks not bad. I’m no plaster artist, but using drywall compound on walls was one of the jobs that interested me as a lad – alas, my father kept the mud to himself. Filling the nail-set holes in baseboards with Poly-Fil was my favourite reno job. Fixing plaster holes is like that – times 1000.
The nail and screw holes have also been filled and sanded. One or two need another layer.
I’d be good to go crazy with primer and paint if it wasn’t for Friendly Contractor (FC) and his zany crew – who were in attendance Saturday afternoon. More on that later…
