Ugh. Back to more wallpaper removal. I feel comfortable stating that this job, pulling sticky strands of paper coated in a gel outlawed in California because of it’s cancer risks, is the worst in the home improvement portfolio. I’ve replaced a toilet. No problem. Everyone poops. A sink? There’s amazing satisfaction when the water is turned back on without a leak – like you’ve found drinking water for the wagon train after a hot day in Kansas. And painting. I love it! Because it makes things beautiful. And can actually alter your mood for the better.
Sure, I know, wallpaper removal is a means to an end. A way to get that beautiful paint on the wall. But it’s tiresome. (Although, it does work those arm muscles!) And I can’t help thinking it’s somehow toxic. My one joy…discovering what I may find under the paper. Mold perhaps? Oh, I’m giddy! Plaster falling apart? Pop open the champers! And a wall that comes away clean from the striping? Calgon – take me away!
Oh, don’t get me wrong my friends, I’ll continue to rip ugly wallpaper down! I’m not afraid – I’m just sick of it. But I will continue to fight the great fight. And I will continue to destroy the ugly. Drop ceiling…you’re in big trouble.