Upon taking possession of the house in September, I was so excited I hardly knew where to start or how to go about it all. Among the first orders of business I planned on tackling were redoing the electrical and the floors. My building inspection flagged some plumbing work that was needed; it didn't seem like much, despite the fact that I didn't even know what it meant to "vent" plumbing.
My mom said her friend's nephew was an electrician and would likely save me a bundle. When his estimate came in at one-third of what one of the top shops said they'd charge me, I didn't hesitate. A week or two of work to rewire the entire two floors seemed reasonable.
As my on-the-cheap electricians routed through the walls to install new Romex Electrical Wire — you know, that yellow, plastic-shielded cable — I poked a hole through the drywall above to see what I'd have to contend with.
There was nothing wrong with the ceilings, as far as I could tell. Except that they had been dropped about a foot with drywall. Perfectly respectable at a 9 feet high, they weren't original and I thought there was more potential in restoring the entire place as it was built back in 1901.
My heart soared when I saw the original 10-foot ceilings largely intact. Sure, there were a few holes and the entire surface had been covered in a horrid, faux stucco texture. This was a good start, I thought!
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