mathew spent most of yesterday at the house. he hadn’t had any experience working with plaster but he read-up online, bought a 50 lb. bag and got to work. he spent the early part of the day prepping, came back for lunch at 3 and went back at 6 to start the plaster. around 11:30 last night i started getting worried. where was he? was he okay? wasn’t he starving?
i called and he was just cleaning up. he sounded happy and talkative. he said plaster is HARD work and that he didn’t know what he was doing, but he plastered the first wall and we’ll see what it’s like when it dries. he said he was trying for super-smooth, but we might have to go with the rustic look… knowing mathew i’m sure the wall is fine and he’s just being hard on himself. he came home at midnight and ate dinner.
we used to always criticize the “sub-standard” plaster in our apartment. now he strokes the walls and says “how do they get it so smooth?”
i feel bad for the walls that were there the whole time, just waiting to be stroked, and never got stroked until now, haha love the description of mathew stroking the walls, it’s like i’m there 🙂