The biggest room in the basement is called the ER. It’s short for Entertainment Room…but it might as well be EMERGENCY room because this thing looked like the victim of multiple paint and drywall crimes. Napoleon (what we call the previous owner of our house) really REALLY loved rag rolled rooms…as seen here, here, and here…and the kitchenette/bar area that was opened to the ER was yet another space that received this love-you-to-DEATH treatment. Seriously Napoleon…stop taking those crazy pills and put down the paint rags.
Let me remind you of how these two spaces are connected before we move on…
The entertainment room is one of the largest spaces in our entire house. Even though it is in the basement, it has ten foot shallow coffered ceilings and lots of natural light (due to the walk-out and many windows). It was also one of the dirtiest. Apparently, this is where there was water damage in 2009 from the Georgia Floods…and the ceiling had water come through it and this far wall…so we had to have our inspector check for any mold (all clear!) or structural damage (clear again!) but there was a fair amount of aesthetic fugliness that needed addressing.
The front side of the house is where the entertainment room opens to the kitchenette. Also, there is a door (far right) that leads to the storage area that wraps around the front of the house. Weird design but plenty of space for us to put EVERYTHING. Also, you can see that in the kitchenette area there was a partially built bar…and a strange hole. We called the hole affectionately “the pass-through”…because we figured that they used it to pass through stuff from the storage area to the bar area. What were they passing? probably red rags to paint yet another hideous room. and maybe beer. it is a bar afterall. We also thought they might have had a fridge or freezer or a grill back there and would pass through necessary ice/drinks or hotdogs…maybe condiments. or kegs. Yes, we have vivid imaginations.
You may remember that this space suffered quite a bit more torture when we were going through the process of buying it. We had made an offer with a single contingency…that the electrical had to be working and up to code. Later we found out that the bank had agreed to this and had to shell out upwards of $20K to get everything up to code. I am still thanking my lucky stars for that contingency. I’m pretty much officially a bullet-dodger. Put it on my resume.
Unfortunately, the people who addressed the wiring weren’t that hot at fixing all the holes they put in the ceiling. (and yes, that does look like a creepy face in the insulation above Cole’s fingers – EEK!)
They were supposed to patch them all and repaint but as anyone who has done drywall work before knows…it’s TOUGH. So they, like Tara Reid’s first plastic surgeon, botched it.
Okay – so that was what we were working with…shoddy patched ceiling in the ER and a weird pass through in the kitchen. Basically the Frankenstein of basements. Tall, dark and not so handsome.
The very first thing we knew would have to happen was to seal up that hole.
Jeremy attached some 2x4s from the back (here’s the view from our storage area) and then simply attached the drywall.
No more pass-through. Sorry hotdogs - no shortcuts for you!
And then I got to thinking….that bar is kind in the way. It’s in the way of this room. The space could really be so much smarter if the whole bar was gone. We could utilize it better. And let’s be honest…we aren’t really bar people….we are more like island people…minus the tan.
So after a little mudding, we slept on the decision to remove it all together.
And then one morning I walked downstairs to find that Jeremy had agreed with the plan of demolition.
In the process he also accidentally knicked a pipe. He even told me, and I quote “I knew I had to be careful because I could nick it…but then it just happened”. For a perfectionist & non-plumbing pro like Jeremy, this was a nightmare. He ended up calling my brother (who is a master plumber in Alabama – his ad is on the sidebar if you need an honest plumber!)…who walked him through what he needed (thankfully it was a SUPER easy fix).
So here is the rag rolled room – ready for painting. As you can see, the tile didn’t go under the bar…so we have to come up with a temporary solution for the wedding (coughrugcough).
And we also had to REMUD all the ceiling holes.
Can I just say that sanding joint compound is my LEAST favorite thing to do….out of everything in the home improvement world…that it is like eating a dog doo and maggot sandwich (you are welcome for that visual). It’s awful.
But at last, we had it semi-ready for paint…that’s up next folks. GLORIOUS PAINT!
Have you guys been prepping rooms lately for a makeover? Any drywall redo haters out there? Or perhaps you just want to say that you are glad to hear that us Bowers accidentally bust more than just dance moves every once in a while?
p.s. My Pappap and Mummum come to see our house today for the first time…and I am SO excited to show them. They were very influential and encouraging when we went through the entire house buying process…so to finally introduce them to it is like showing them a new baby Wish us luck!