A couple weeks ago, demolition of our house moved to a whole new level, literally. We are getting ready to install our woodstove in a couple weeks which means we have to prepare walls and a hearth. Piggie-backing that project is the renovation of our dining room. So, after stopping over at Johnson Farm and Garden for some chicken feed and a quick dinner of veggies and beans with spinach gnocchi, Kyle broke out the reciprocating saw and crow bar and got to work on the wall dividing our dining room from our living room.
I was quarantined to either the yard or our bedroom because who really knows what could be lurking in those walls, and we don't want to risk the health of our baby. Kyle donned one of our ventilator masks, hung up some plastic in an effort to keep the dust corralled, and within a couple hours he had successfully opened up the space. We were shocked to find out that the studs within that wall were there purely to aid in the hanging of the lath and plaster. Thats right, there was no header supporting the floor above. You really never know what you're going to find in old houses, and this one has really taken the cake so far.
Kyle removed those few studs last week (since they weren't structural there was no need to keep them) so we could get working on our hearth pad and the wall behind where our woodstove will go and moved the outlet and switch to a new wall so we could hook the power back up. Then the fun began- I watched as my husband gleefully ripped down the drop ceiling that we've hated ever since we moved in. Who puts a drop ceiling and a flourescent light in a dining room!? He uncovered the handiwork of our electrician and got a good look at the condition of the plaster and lath ceiling- it looked like crap, but still an improvement if you ask me!