Finishing the drywall had me pretty freaked out. I bought the material a few months ago when I bought the rest. It turns out that I did a good job of gearing up, but the closer I got to the moment of putting a knife on the wall, the less confident I got. I heard stories about people trying it themselves and ending up with terrible results. I thought about hiring someone to “tape” the walls for me, but I decided to call someone else instead: my dad.
I didn’t take a lot of pictures while we were working. In fact, I didn’t take any, which is unfortunate because I guess the way he taught me is a bit unique. A lot of people I talked to warned me about all the dust, but we got to this point without hardly sanding at all:
We (he) did it by working in thin coats, taking most of the “mud” off of the wall while it was still wet instead of waiting for it to dry and sanding. This was especially good in our basement because it turns out that it takes a really long time for mud to dry to the lovely white you see there. I figured since it was the cold winter we’d be in the clear, but even with a fan running the second coat took all night and more to dry.
There will be a little more sanding moving forward and I could probably paint this wall right now and be mostly alright. But if I want it to be perfect (or as close to perfect as an amateur like me can get) then I need to go through and look for spots that cast shadows like this:
… and either sand them down or fill them in with more mud. There’s also a particularly gnarly corner inside the powder room that will need some special attention. But after two short days the walls are in such a state that it would be tough for me to mess it up now. Thanks dad!
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