It’s been a while since I did any kind of update on This Old House.
There’s always something going on around here. Constant change and work, and I imagine someday I will tire of it. But for now, watching this place bloom into what is has…..has just been plain fun for me. Even if there are fights. Even if I am dead exhausted. Even if my fingers bleed from smoothing cement in between bricks.
We have a wall that follows our stair case that was cement. For whatever reasons we were not able to drywall it when we refinished that area. So we have had this bare, shoddy, cement wall, hanging out down there for quite sometime. This is my husband’s space, so a rocked wall would fit in perfectly. (We all have different areas of the house….all with very different unique tastes, and all kind of fit together anyway.)
We got the genius idea to rock it a couple years ago, when The Italian and her husband rocked a couple columns in their basement. I would say faux rock, but they are definately rock, just man made. Their rock is different from ours, but pretty much the same concept (thanks guys for the awesome idea!)
Rocking is dirty. And messy. An cement gets EVERYWHERE. And it hurts. It’s not really something you imagine doing in your home with that much….well cement. But, I was right up in there. Getting messy and dirty. (For most of it anyway, I refused to help on my birthday, even I have limits now and again.)
We let the Dino Dude pick out one of his fossils to be cemented in. It will forever be there. (Until someone else, somewhere along the line doesn’t want a rocked wall)
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