The Brick Wall

 

In the room of the future radio station is a wall. And on that wall there is plaster. There used to be panelling. When we ripped off the panelling, it was very exciting to see the plaster with all its colors, and lo and behold, and mural! It seemed like such a treasure at the time. Never mind the giant cracks, and the big holes nailed into the plaster, never mind the endless hours of scraping and patching it would have took to get that wall paintable. Here, you look for yourself! Actually, lets go all the way back to the beginning, where we bought the shop, and there was nothing more than wall paper and feux marble panelling!

 

2007. The piano shop with all its secrets: linoleum, panelling, wall paper, fake walls. The whole shebang!!!

2007. The piano shop with all its secrets: linoleum, panelling, wall paper, fake walls. The whole shebang!!!

So, after we looked at this stuff for way too long, assessed its “treasure” value (nill) and gathered our courage to pillage, we emptied the room, tore down panelling, ripped wall paper, and it looked more like this:

 

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A mural! Too bad it is chipping off!!

 

And this:::

 

The old bathroom

The old bathroom

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And this:

The old kitchen. I think something exploded in here!

The old kitchen. I think something exploded in here!

 

So the never ending question. Do we chip off the plaster, the HISTORIC plaster, and expose the brick wall, or do we just leave it? Some scraping and painting ought to do nicely!! Hmmmmmm.

 

Well, my good friend Rose loaned me her crazy hammer drill tool, and I just tried it out on a little section, and things quickly got out of control.

Help! I can't stop! My OCD is flaring up!!!!

Help! I can’t stop! My OCD is flaring up!!!!

 

 

One thing led to another, and we found ourselves buying a total beater tool at Harbor Freight for $70, and one day things just got too much for even us. And we just had to see how it would go. The interesting thing is that you might think this was really difficult to do? I mean, it SHOULD have been difficult to do, but truthfully, the plaster was so screwed up and loose, and had taken, say about 90 years of abuse, and it just fell off. It was ready to come down. It was tired. So without further ado, the room quickly looked like this:

 

So Italian!!!!

So Italian!!!!

Starting to look like a real place!!!!

Starting to look like a real place!!!!