Drywalling went a million times slower than was expected, but I’m not totally surprised, because did I mention that I live in an old house? Not as easy as cut and screw into studs because not only did every piece had to be cut pretty particularly (often we’d go from, say, 10″ on one end to 10 1/2″ on the other), but there were issues with rotted studs and our own running out of drywall/not having the same thickness of drywall (we used some brand new, others were pieces that had been laying around in the kitchen for years).
It ended up looking a little cobbled together, but I still think it’ll look nice after I apply a five lb layer of mud to every single square inch. 😀 Living in an old house means you don’t get perfectly smooth walls, so this is a fact I’m going to have to live with for the next 6 years. It still looks better than before, and now it’s more or less all things I can do myself (minus the electrical bits), so it’ll be fun. My mother and aunt were the ones who screwed in all the drywall (as well as doing most of the measuring and cutting), and I can’t tell you how wonderful they are for doing that, as I am painfully incompetent with a drill.
So, dedicate this post to my parent’s awesome hard work. 😀