|See it there? In the middle of the wall?|
He came over for lunch one Sunday and after we were finished, he set to work. He would have to make the hole slightly bigger in order to get the jack out. No big deal right?
|This is the size the whole started at|
|The nice new location for the phone jack|
|Cutting into our wall|
Now unfortunately for you, I have no more pictures of the hole and how big it actually ended up. After this above picture was taken, I set to work preparing supper and cleaning up the kitchen for our guests that were supposed to arrive in 2 hours time. I was trying not to be mad at the huge hole in my wall or the fact that I didn't even want this second shower head to begin with or how my friends had never seen our house and now it was a giant mess. I just cringed every time the hole got bigger. You see, first there was a stud in the way so it got bigger. Then Dan decided that since we were this far, why not make it bigger and fish some wires from the attic into the basement. In the end, I had a 6'x2' hole right behind my dining room table.
In the end, our guests were late so we at least had time to vacuum up all the dry wall mess and have a mostly presentable house. And I forgave Dan since I know in the long run I would be appreciative of the wires and maybe tolerate the second shower head. :P
The next stage was taping, mudding and sanding. Which took a couple weeks since we didn't work on it faithfully. So I got to stare at this for a few weeks.
|Giant white eye sore|
Ignore the crappy quality of the picture and just focus on the beautiful red wall! With no more giant hole in it! Dan spent the day finishing up the sanding and painted it in time for me to come home. I was so happy! Especially since it meant I could get that coat rack hung and start using it.
This whole experience taught me patience and that a hole in the wall doesn't ruin good times with friends. But I am happy to have my wall back.