Memories get wall-sealed.
Our mad, Mid Century Modern renovation updates, start... Now.
Upon early-day tear-down of walls, we made a touching decision; create a time capsule to be hidden inside a rebuilt wall. Touching, right? Fast forward one year. Need to enact said decision has arrived.
Time capsules act as the vintage equivalent of hard drive back-ups. Memories and files stored.
Thoughts of some future renovation couple discovering this time capsule warms our emotions with tingly joy. Which isn't any different than a typical Saturday night at the Atomic Indy abode. Perhaps I've said too much.
Hanging drywall goes on with relative ease.
Then things get complicated.
A man. A woman. 100 kilos of fluffy white powder.
Find yourself picturing a scene from any number of Johnny Depp films?
This scenario does however accurately depict our first venture into drywall finishing. Which as it turns out, varies greatly from drywall hanging. Who knew?
Oh. No, officer. Nothing. To. Um. See here. Really. It's, uh, just drywall dust. Really.
One tip: Use a shop vac while you sand. Helps a little. Not a lot.
Mrs. Baz (aka Jax) in full-on painting action. Super hot.
Terryl B. (aka Laughing Lovely) tag-teaming that wall with Mrs. Baz. Double hot.
Joys of a Mid Century Modern home renovation never cease. Completion of each phase brings the reward of sitting back, admiring, and back-patting. I do so love the affirmation of a nice back pat.