No, not the baby, that would be waaaay too early, but my ceiling fan for the nursery is finally here!
I ordered it back in February, knowing it was back-ordered until the end of March. Ok, I can wait. At the end of March I get a call saying it won’t be available until the end of April. Arghhhh. We were ready to paint at this point, but I couldn’t pick out the paint until I had the fan. At the end of April my already vivid pregnancy dreams started feeding off of my design neurosis and I had a nightmare in which I got shipped a broken and decrepit version of my fan and was told I couldn’t exchange it because it was the last one on the planet ever. The next day I called up Lowes asking them to check on the status and they assured me it would be ready for pickup the next week.
Sure enough, I got a call last Thursday (also Star Wars Day, our 3rd Wedding Anniversary, and the official start of my third trimester) saying it was FINALLY ready for pickup. The employee who called me was officially my BFF of the day.
Matt was hoping we could just pick up paint while we were already out. Nope, sorry, hardware stores are possibly the worst place to choose a paint color. That’s why they have all the swatches, so you can take them home and look at them in the same light you’ll be using the paint in. Luckily for Matt, I already knew roughly what colors I wanted, I just needed to narrow down the exact shade so we were able to pick up paint first thing on Saturday and get to work.
Matt started on the ceiling while I started prepping the radiator. My spray booth game is really improving.
How awesome is that ceiling???? The color is Breaktime by Sherwin Williams (flat finish). I think it’s bright and fun without being too candy-colored like sooo much kid stuff.
The radiator was currently a flat beige-y color. Once we get everything painted and the bright white trim installed it was going to look really dirty. I went over it with 3 coats of white spray paint* (satin finish). Soooooo much better!
The ceiling and radiator took up all of Saturday, then Sunday we were able to start the walls! Painting goes MUCH faster when you don’t have trim to cut in around so we were able to finish the walls in one day.
We have paint! It looks pretty white, but it’s Palest Pistachio by Benjamin Moore (eggshell finish) and has a very faint gray/green tinge to it. The next step is getting all the baseboards and casings primed, painted, cut, and installed. Ooof! Our goal is to have the baby room looking like an actual room (instead of a construction zone) by my baby shower at the end of the month. I think we can do it!
*Don’t worry, I had open windows and a full respirator. I would have pawned it off on someone else, but spray paint is a technique and I have trust issues.
A few weeks back my dad and brother-in-law joined up for an Epic DIY weekend. My dad and I kicked it off with some custom door and window casings. Matt’s brother, Isaac, got in later, so he and Matt were going to tackle the ceiling on Saturday.
Matt and I had already gotten drywall up on the walls, and all the seams taped and mudded. The ceiling was going to be a far more intensive job though and a little college boy labor goes a long way. The first step was to rent a drywall lift. My dad was telling me that he and my mom drywalled a ceiling without a lift back in the 70’s…oof! It cost us $15 to rent a lift for the most of the day (from Menards). Totally worth it.
I may have mentioned before that my dad and I make up team Crazed Perfectionist. We watched Matt and Isaac for a little bit to see if they would need extra hands. They didn’t really, but we started getting a little twitchy about the lack of crazed perfectionism, so I suggested (firmly) for a division of labor. Team Crazed Perfectionist would handle the measuring and cutting, and team Grunt Labor would handle the lifting and installing. This actually worked out pretty well, especially since doing anything on the ceiling gets tiring pretty quickly so this gave team Grunt Labor a bunch of mini rest breaks.
We’re still pretty new to drywall so I’m not going to do a tutorial (I’m sure they are far more knowledgeable people out there who have already written them). I do have a few useful takeaways we learned though.
Suck it up and rent a drywall lift! We didn’t bother with it for the walls because we installed the sheets vertically, but it was MUST for the ceiling. If you’re installing sheets on the wall horizontally, you’ll probably want it too.
Align the factory edges of your drywall as much as possible. The edges of a sheet of drywall have a very slight indent in them to help compensate for the thickness of the tape and mud.
Mark the ends of your joists on the walls, then use a chalk line to connect the marks to show you where to put your screws. It’s MUCH harder to eyeball a straight line when you’re balanced and bent on top of a ladder.
THIN coats when mudding. Seriously. Yes, if it goes on too thick you can sand it down, but drywall dust is horrendous. Thin coats should mean less sanding AND less dry time between layers so you can get more done in a day.
Once you’re at the sanding stage, try and tarp off the room as best as you can. We hung plastic sheeting over the door and kept the door closed at all times.
We didn’t try this, but had multiple people suggest a drywall sanding sponge. Wet sanding should help control the dust and joint compound is water soluble so it’s supposed to be faster.
We tried a sanding attachment for our shop-vac. Awesome in concept, but according to Matt it was a little unwieldy. The head would spin unpredictably making things a little difficult. He did notice an improvement in the dust control though, so it probably depends on the person if they like it or not.
Get a bag filter for your shop-vac! You for sure want one rated for drywall dust because you will be vacuuming up a LOT.
Wear a mask and full goggles when sanding. I really can’t over-state how awful drywall dust is.
Make sure you keep a good moisturizer handy. Drywall is incredibly drying on the skin.
You can see we ended up with a tiny little strip of drywall, which is usually frowned upon. Based on where our joists were positioned, this made the most sense for us. We were able to screw the edges of the second-to-last board directly into the joists and the last little strip was light enough adhere with construction adhesive (because we were drywalling over existing plaster instead of bare studs). We screwed it in too, but there wasn’t a joist there which we would have needed to secure a larger piece.
After making it though the weekend without killing anyone, Matt kept working away on the mudding/sanding the seams. It’s a process and, quite frankly, it sucks. Actually, the mudding’s not so bad, but the sanding is possibly the worst home improvement task ever. I was really happy to have solid excuse not to help. Once Matt got things sanded, he would call me in to give the Crazed Perfectionist opinion and then I’d go around with a pencil and circle all the areas that needed more work.
Two weeks later we were ready to prime! I’m specifically holding off on installing trim until the room is fully painted. Painting goes SO much faster when you don’t have to worry about cutting in! We knocked out all the walls in about an hour one evening after work. Unfortunately, it was starting to get a little dark at that point and the “fancy” bare drywall primer is nearly impossible to see until it dries so our first coat turned out super crappy. Oops. It also highlighted some spots that still needed a little extra smoothing (though not as many as I expected!).
The next evening we tackled the touch-up spots and the ceiling. We’ll take another look at everything in full daylight, but it seems to be going well. I’m planning another coat of regular primer just so we don’t get any surprises when we paint. And when will we get to the actual paint? Well, my ceiling fan is now back-ordered until the end of April and I need the fan to decide on the ceiling color and I need the ceiling color to decide on the wall color. Matt just sort of shakes his head and asks why we can’t just get a white fan. I tell him he because he married a crazy person which he really should have been aware years ago.
Until my beloved fan comes in I’ll be sanding (with a mask!), priming, and painting all the trim pieces.
I know I’ve been light on the house updates lately, but this past week should make up for it! Last Wednesday night * Two Wednesdays ago my dad came into town and then my brother-in-law joined us on Friday night. Matt and I had taken off work for an Epic DIY Weekend and had a big ‘ol list of projects to try and tackle.
On Thursday we started looking for wood for our door and window casings. We already knew we had to custom route the vertical casings so we just need to get wood in the correct dimensions. Well, since the original casings in the rest of the house were 4.5″ inches wide, which meant dimensional lumber wouldn’t cut it.
We poked around through the trim section to see if there were any flat trim pieces that were 4.5″ wide. Nope. A bunch of 3.5, some 5.5, but no 4.5. Figures. At the end of the trim aisle though, were some door jamb pieces and kits. Do you know how wide a door jamb is? 4.5 inches! BOO-YA! Plus, the outside edges are slightly rounded like our moldings. Can I get another boo-ya? The only minor problem is that they’re 81″ tall, which is a bit short but we have plinths in every other room so that’s an easy fix.
Sounds perfect right? Only all the jambs at Home Depot were pretty warped. Arrrgh! Plan C now was to get 1×6’s and rip them down to size on a table saw. A table we don’t have…. My dad offered to buy us a table saw though! Some people give cribs as new baby gifts, my dad gives table saws. I pointed this out at the store and a nearby customer laughed and pointed out that table saws were way more useful.
Ok, so we have a plan! We have lumber! We have a saw! We’re good to go, right? Ehhhh. Because the door jambs were so incredibly perfect and my dad and I make up Team Insane Perfectionist we decided to swing by Menards to see if they sold the same thing and if they were any straighter. Success! Let’s roll!
My dad had brought along his router and router table so we figured we’d get that all set up and then zip the boards through like you would with a table saw. Easy-peasy right?
There’s more resistence with a router blade than a table saw blade so it takes a LOT more effort to feed the wood though. Pair that with a longer board and it’s really hard to get a nice, consistent groove. The amount of effort it took to get one edge done (that didn’t even end up being a good edge), was clearly not going to work.
Ok, time for Plan B.
Back we go to the hardware store to pick up some inexpensive pine to make a jig. The jig consists of a 1×8 for the base and a 1×4 for the back guide that are screwed together in an L shape.
We knew we needed the raised edges on the casings to be 3/4″ wide so we did some quick math to determine where we would need to position the board, then screwed in some thin scrap wood as spacers. It needed to be tall enough to butt the board up against, but short enough that it wouldn’t interfere with the router.
You don’t need to run your spacer pieces along the full length of the jig. The board won’t be moving, just the router, so you really just need to make sure you have nice, even spacers on each end so you can position the board well. It’s also worth mentioning that if you’re going to build a jig you want all the lumber you’ll be using to be as straight as possible. We may have spent a good 10 minutes pulling out board after board and checking it for straightness. Knots and splits don’t really matter, it just needs to be as straight as possible.
Once we had our jig set up, we clamped the wood into place and got to routing. We did have to stop at each clamp to re-position it, but that’s not a big issue.
We did one pass, then flipped the board around to do the other edge.
Bee-yoo-teee-ful. But now there’s still a chunk left in the center. We re-measured to see how far out the next pass would have to be, but this time just marked lines on our jig. The outermost passes were the ones that really had to be precise, so for these we just lined the board up with the marks and had the second person simply hold it in place.
Aaand then you flip it around and do the same thing to the other side.
Now we’re left with one tiny strip in the middle. Now, you guessed it, we measured, marked, and re-positioned the board. The narrow strips we used as spacers for the edges were the perfect width to position the board to get the center strip. We flipped them vertical to line up the board and pulled them out once someone was holding the board in place.
Some of you may be wondering why we bothered painted the boards if we were just going to strip a bunch of it off. Well, we didn’t; the boards came pre-primed. We didn’t need them too, but they were the only real wood (not particle board or MDF option). The bonus is there’s a much better contrast in my pictures.
Just take a look at these beauties compared the original casings!
I’m giving them a rating of PDG: Pretty Darn Good.
*I may have been a little slow in publishing this….
**See my awesomely coordinated gloves and Batman shirt? Not planned at all, but you can totally copy that. Also, I hate pregnant-me in pictures. In real life I feel totally fine but I see a picture and can only quote Spaceballs–“Why didn’t anyone ever tell me my ass was so big?!” My amazing and supportive husband responded to this with “Well, you’re supposed to be getting bigger.” This is the same amazing guy who once told me “I like how fat you are” and said I looked like “a yellow whale” after trying on a very unflattering maxi dress. He may suffer from foot-in-mouth disease. I’m hoping for the “pregnant glow” before we get a professional pregnancy shoot done, but so far I’ve just been breaking out like a teenager.
Busy editing a backlog of photos… I’ve got actual projects coming soon (custom door/window casings! drywall!). In the meantime I hope these make you smile.
The first time I saw James Corden was on Doctor Who and I sort of adored him. This goes to show he is even more awesome than I originally thought!
Cookie Monster can step it a notch too.
Not gonna lie, Katie Perry grates on my nerves something awful (she was waaay over-played on the radio station they played at my job years ago). This is one of my favorite song parodies though!
Don’t know if as many people will find this one amusing–it’s definitely for the typography nerds! If you’ve never seen the music video for Lady Gaga’s Poker Face it’s definitely worth watching because they did a great job parodying the video AND the music.
Who’s excited??? It’s been a while since I put together a mood board and possibly the best part of pregnancy is brainstorming decor! I had a few ideas floating around, but wanted to wait until we knew if we would be having a boy or girl.
I wanted something fun and child-appropriate without being overly cutesy. Baby won’t have any opinions on decor for a while (if ever), so the nursery is really more for mom and dad. I also wanted to keep the basics of the room pretty gender-neutral so if we have a girl sometime in the future we can reuse our baby gear easily.
As I mentioned before, my starting point was a set of Zoo Portraits–fun and whimsical without being sickeningly cutesy. The ceiling fan I fell in love with early on and nearly talked myself out of it! Everyone thinks I’m nuts when I start gushing over a ceiling fan, but isn’t this one just fabulous?
I didn’t want to fall into the muted, monochromatic trap that a lot of baby rooms fall into. Bold colors and high contrast are easier for a baby to focus on, so I wanted pops of brights, especially in the mobile. Plus, it’s just more to my personal liking. The lime and redish-orange I plan to work into some more accessories and storage pieces.
My current thoughts on paint are to paint the ceiling the same minty-aqua as the light fixture and then go pretty neutral on the walls. I think by the time I’m done there will be a lot going on around the floor and walls that will be better balanced by a bolder ceiling.
The Eames elephant probably won’t make it into the final room since it’s definitely splurgy, but a girl can dream, right?
We’ve been hard at work this weekend and I have more detailed posts to come, but I am officially out of commission today. My dad and I custom routed door and window casings and I was stupid and didn’t put a mask on until I realized how much sawdust was ending up in my nose (we were about 1/2 way done). Consequently, I woke up on Saturday with an obnoxious asthma flair up which decided to linger.
Sunday wasn’t any better.
4am: Cats keep fighting with each other and Matt decides to separate them. He grabs Schmutz and closes her in the bedroom with us.
5 am: Mort has been crying outside the door incessantly because he wants snuggles.
7 am: I give up trying to sleep (partly because I can’t really breathe) and get up. Notice Schmutz has crapped over Matt’s side of the bed. She would have crapped directly on Matt, but the blanket was in the way. Thank god for duvet covers.
10 am: We start mudding the ceiling. Due to limited ladders and my on-going asthma attack I’m mostly acting as a gopher and watching my dad’s mudding technique.
11 am: Despite doing next to nothing, I’m exhausted and go and lie down… except I can’t exactly lie down because of my chest congestion so I go an prop myself up on pillows and wallow in guilt for not being more useful. I am amazing at wallowing in guilt, even if things weren’t really under my control.
12 pm: I officially sound like a Muppet.
1 pm: Pass out on the couch, because I’m still exhausted.
4 pm: Trip to Urgent Care for a nebulizer treatment. Officially my first DIY-Induced trip to urgent care. The doctor treating me tells me that because I’m pregnant I should go to the ER to check for a pulmonary embolism because pregnancy=higher risk factor.
6:30 pm: Grab some take-out and double check with the emergency midwife line. Midwife agrees that even though it seems unnecessary, I should go to the ER just to rule it out. Ok, fine.
7:30 pm: Get to the ER where the doctors look mildly perplexed and inform me that the only way they can test for for a pulmonary embolism is to do a CT scan, ie expose the baby to radiation. Awesome. They also tell me I have no actually symptoms of a pulmonary embolism except for trouble breathing.. which was clearly brought on by a specific event and responded to asthma treatment. I opt out of the CT scan and am given another nebulizer treatment and a dose of prednisone. They also gave me a prescription for a few more days of predisone and a new inhaler since mine was nearly out.
9:00 pm: Drop off prescriptions and am told it will be a 15-20 minute wait.
9:45 pm: Prescriptions finally ready.
10:00 pm: Swing by grocery store to pick up breakfast for tomorrow.
10:30 pm: Make it home.
Hopefully nothing else goes wrong in the next hour….
Looks like we’re officially expecting a little man this July! This also means first baby pics! Wheeeee!
I am notoriously bad at deciphering ultrasound images, but I could usually figure out the head and spine. Once the tech started pointing out the stomach and kidneys….. um, sure.
I just think this shot’s kind of hilarious. This is a frontal view of the face and if you look for it you can see the left eyeball, the nasal cavity, and the mouth open in a fish-faced little pucker.
Everything’s looking normal for the kiddo, but I do need to go back in another 4-6 weeks for them to check if I may have Oligohydramnios (ie Big Scary Word Thing that may or may not be an issue). In the meantime I’ll just be trying to drink water like it’s going out of style.
Now that we know the gender, I can finally get cracking on the nursery design! My current inspiration is a selection of Yago Partal’s Zoo Portraits. I picked up a calendar a few years back just to dissect it for the artwork (calendars are an awesome source of cheap art!). We had them in the hallway in our apartment, but I think they’re awesome for a baby room–whimsical, but not overly cutesy. It’s harder to find bedding to coordinate with art than vice-versa so the prints may possibly get swapped out. We’ll see…
Next week my dad and brother-in-law are coming to work on the nursery. All the drywall is up on the walls, but we still have to tape and mud (and sand and mud and sand and mud), and do the whole ceiling. It also looks like we’re going to have to route some custom casings, because despite the fact that the door and window casings in this house are the simplest design ever (apart from just a plain 1×6) they are impossible to find.* Hopefully my dad will save the day with his router! This also means we should have actual house stuff to show in the near future! Woot!
*We found something really close once, but despite the fact that it was the company’s standard back-cut knife, there would be $200 setup fee plus the cost of materials. For 2 doors and 2 windows (and only the vertical casings) that seemed excessive, so we’re DIYing this shit!
Me: I don’t think [brother-in-law] is going to take my crappy parenting advice. He was wondering what to do about an 8 year old who won’t stop asking questions, so I suggested “why don’t you turn it into the game of questions?”
I’ve been a little ADD this week for some reason. My best guess is that my energy level is finally going up and just hit me a little too fast to process. I actually started writing this post when I was supposed to be finishing up previous one. That one got posted a day later than planned and I kept adding to this because I don’t do Twitter.
There were some reps from Lifetime Fitness in our lobby at work today. They were advertising free seminars on sugar and carbs. I considered asking if there would be free samples.
I’m pretty sure Mort falls pretty low on the emotional intelligence scale. He’ll try and play with Schmutz, she’ll get all pissy, flatten her ears down and growl at him like she wants rip his throat out. And then he just stares at her in mild confusion and tries to play with her again. Aren’t you supposed to be able to understand the body language of your own species? It’s like if someone was brandishing a knife at me screaming “Die bitch die!” and I was all “Let me give you a hug and we can be besties!”
Every single stupid person I’ve encountered in the last week has been from Portland.* I’ve never been to Portland, but based on current experience I can only assume that it really needs to get its shit together. And maybe put more birds on things.
I want to quite my job and design non-crappy ceiling fans. Really.
Matt started to have a small freak out about having everything ready for the baby. I am so not used to being the calm, rational one in our relationship. It was mildly unsettling.
Against my better judgement, I got sucked into a political argument on Facebook. What outraged me the most was that someone replied to me and clearly did not understand how quotations work (she also missed my point entirely, but that seemed like the smaller issue). I was all ready to reply to her with just a link to the “Blog” of “Unnecessary” Quotations Marks, but then the thread got deleted. It was probably for the best.
Actually, any time I get sucked into a crazy political discussion that gets to the point where people aren’t even trying to acknowledge there are other viewpoints besides theirs and all I’m doing is repeating myself and I should just stop except now I’m pissed and have some irrational desire to have the last word even though I know it’s really pointless… then I think I should reply with a link to Wil Wheaton collating paper. If you want to steal this idea, feel free to substitute whatever random link you choose. It just has to leave people questioning “wtf just happened here?” If I get sucked into a real life discussion that deteriorates that far, I’m just going to scream “THIS IS HOW SOCIETY BREAKS DOWN!” and run away before anyone can respond.
I thought first baby kicks were supposed to be all soft and bubbly like “butterflies” or “popcorn popping” according to the books. I started thinking I was having crazy muscle spasms or something because it kept feeling like I was getting elbowed in the abdomen, only the calls were coming from inside the house. I asked about it was told, nope, that sounds likes baby kicks. I’m a little afraid of what this is going to feel like once the kid is larger than a potato.
Matt thought the baby kicks sounded adorable, so I started elbowing him in the stomach.
While sitting at the table I suddenly became convinced that I had broken a rib. Apparently spontaneous rib dislocation is skipped in all the pregnancy books. Instead they waste their time talking about butterfly-like kicking.
On my drive into work today I was behind a truck with both a “Flammable Gasses” and “Non-Flammable Gasses” sign attached to it. That’s a pretty serious mixed message.
Netflix emailed me telling me they just added a TV show they think I’d like: Ultimate Beastmaster. Given that I mostly watch nature documentaries or crime shows, I think either they’re really confused or this show has a way more violent ending than it sounds. It’s also possible they know about all those Saturdays I spent binge-watching Ninja Warrior marathons on cable.
I have a WordPress plugin that judges the “readability” of my posts. They’re rarely rated as “good” and it tells me I use the passive voice too much. Well, I live in Minnesota, we’re supposed to be passive. If you don’t like it I may have to leave a politely worded sticky note implying that you should bugger off. Please.
Facebook could be vastly improved if it gave you the following options when you choose to hide a post:
I don’t care what pages my friends like
I don’t care about people I don’t actually know
This is bullshit and I don’t want to see it
I just bought a pair of jeggings. Don’t judge me.
*If you’re from Portland, I’m sorry. I’m not saying everyone in Portland is stupid, it just seems like some sort of idiot virus broke out over there in the last week. You may want to take some precautions before you catch it too. Or before it spreads.
Last year we went to Vegas with some friends for the Presidents Day/Valentines Day weekend. This year, we dry-walled a nursery.
Well, we started dry-walling a nursery.
Yes, getting older can be a little lame. Like I tend to tell people though, I’ve never been cool a day in my life and don’t intend to start now. So yeah, dry-walling.
As a quick refresher, this is where we were at with the nursery. We had ripped out the gross ceiling tiles, the lame trim, the prison-esque light fixture, and the grody paneling. I voted to just hire someone to come in and skim-coat ALL THE THINGS but Matt wanted to just re-drywall. It’s definitely cheaper so I didn’t argue too much.
Last weekend we headed to Menards, rented a truck, and bought a crap-ton of 1/4″ drywall. We opted for 1/4″ because we weren’t ripping out the existing plaster and wanted to minimize extra bulk. I helped Matt haul this into our house, all the while thinking I’d fall, have to call the emergency mid-wife line and explain to them that I slipped on some ice while carrying drywall because the first thing we decided to do after finding out I was pregnant was to demo an entire room. Thankfully I remained upright and told Matt he would need a different assistant to help haul the sheets up the stairs.*
One of the issues with adding a layer of drywall was that door frames would be a little awkward. If you drywall up to the edge of the door, you’re stuck with a bare edge of edge of drywall.
To solve the problem (without redoing the entire door frame) we bought 1/4″ strips of wood to frame out the openings first, and then butt the drywall up against the wood.
The change in materials (and the gap) won’t be an issue because we’ll be adding new trim to the entire room as well, so all we need is an even surface. Once the rest of the doorframe gets painted, you’ll never even know it was there.
Speaking of even, have I mentioned that old houses are not even remotely square? Yeah. We’ve got some seriously half-assed looking drywall happening in here.
Although it’s hard to tell from the picture, so feel free to think of us as drywall masters. We’re cool with that.
…but I’m honest, so here’s a close-up of the piece above the window. It is the exact same length as the piece below the window that has nice, tight seams. This is what happens when you assume things are even. Except you really only make an ass out of u, because if me had been there I would have put a stop to these shenanigans because I know not to trust old houses.
Aaaanyway…. We can get away with some half-ass-ery because we’re dry-walling over an existing solid wall rather than bare studs. This is also why we opted to hang the sheets vertically instead of horizontally. I usually see drywall hung horizontally so I researched it a bit and the conclusion seemed to be that it doesn’t matter a lot, but horizontal hanging will be a little more structurally sound. Well, we already had existing walls, so that I wasn’t a huge issue for us. It was easier to hang the sheets vertically, so we went with that.
The drywall sheets were 4’x8′ and the ceilings were about 8’3″ tall. We’re planning on installing baseboards that are taller that 3″ so the bottom seam wouldn’t be issue. We grabbed a couple scrap 2×4’s (thanks to the brilliance that is modern lumber dimensions, 2=1.5) and were able to prop the sheet up so it would sit even with the ceiling while we screwed it in.
So now we’re almost half way done with the walls! There’s still the other half, plus the ceiling, plus all the mudding/taping/sanding. We’ve recruited my dad and brother-in-law to come help in mid-March so we should see a big chunk of progress made then. I’m planning on haz-matting myself up and diving in too because I start getting twitchy if I see people doing things that aren’t up to my standards.** I’m mostly concerned about all the dust from sanding (since I’m already asthmatic and prone to bronchitis) but I figure a heavy-duty mask and a sander that attaches to a shop-vac should leave me pretty safe in that area.
*He opted to do it himself and as a result we have two more broken picture frames.
**Drywall joints pre-compound are clearly not one of my higher standards