Last Thursday I had some drywall contractors in to fix my bathroom issues
. They sanded, mudded, and retextured. They told me to wait 24 hours before painting.
Sunday morning I got up, masked everything off, and started painting. I took care of the high parts (near the ceiling) and Jenn got the middle and lower parts.
Jenn had almost finished
when I heard, "Oh my God!"
That's never good.
I went in to find that a baseball-sized chunk of texture had come clean off the wall and was stuck to the roller.
I guess it wasn't fixed after all
I called the drywall company who, of course, don't have anyone in the office on the weekend, and left a message to have them call me. If I don't hear from them by 11:00a or so, I'm calling them back. I won't be beaten by drywall. I won't. I'll finish painting this bathroom if it kills me
(which it probably will).
I won't even get into the fact that we want to install crown molding
in there, too. With bullnose corners
, no less. I'll have to measure the angles
... here comes my high school geometry, back in action.