Sanding, as I've learned, was the bane of my existence during what I refer to as "the drywall experience". Mudding, hanging, all that....nothing. Sanding....well, I'm still finding sand particles in the house. I fear they will never leave. Someday, I'll go to clean my ears, 10 years from now, and a chunk of particles will come tumbling out of my ear canal. I just know it. Either way, sanding is the art part of drywalling and I detest inside corners. Well, outside corners as well. I just dislike them. The seams were easy.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Party time.
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