I am working on our sad, sagging ceiling in an endless ordeal of plaster dust and sore arms. I haven't been posting, but I swear the photos have been taken and will be posted soon. The bedroom is also nearing completion and needs to be posted.
Back to the drywall... I love plaster, I love it's smooth almost-imperceptibly undulating surface, I love how it feels cool even on hot days, I love how I can strip wallpaper with obscene volumes of stripper and never worry, and I even love fixing it. That's right. When I have a plaster repair project to get into I know it may be a long and arduous road because supplies are hard to come by and it can be messy, but when my hands are on it I feel like an artiste. And when I'm finished, nobody even knows how much time or affection is contained in the wall.
This is why I get so pancake-flippin' angry when I'm working away and find a terrible drywall patch job. Nobody loves drywall, it's unlovable. People on the east coast call it sheet rock as though that makes it something more tangible or more sturdy even though it's only slightly more durable than corrugated cardboard (this may be an exaggeration). I don't know what the ceiling could've ever done to the POs to deserve this shitty treatment. First they put in an ill-fitting patch of drywall and then gob in some joint compound or maybe spackle even and then cover the whole thing with some disgusting texturized paint that doesn't hide the patch, but instead, clings to the spackle to highlight the outline of the terrible patch. I know from previous patches that this has been a DIY house for some years, I would hate to think that a professional would put spackle over wallpaper, but maybe I'm wrong. Anyway, the thing that set me off today is the fact that they didn't even bother to paint/texture the patch completely! You don't notice it unless you have work lights shining up there, but they didn't even feel bad about the drywall, they left it sticking out there for the whole world to see, like a g-string on a girl outside a gas station. I'm so embarrassed...
