Not long after we moved in, we hat electrician come by and do a couple random jobs -- fixing some faulty plugs, installing extra outlets, etc. We also asked him to wire up some wall sconces and switches in our bedroom. Which he did, and when he called me to come observe that everything was working, I realized that he'd sliced out a huge slab of the drywall rather than...I don't know, I'm not an electrician but I've had this exact job done at two previous residences and neither time resulted in a giant gaping hole running between the outlets.
"I know a good drywall guy for that," he said very nonchalantly.
I bet you do, I thought bitterly, imagining some sinister organized electrician/drywall referral racket. I told him we'd make the repair ourselves.
Which, of course, we did not. We simply pushed the bed back in front of the hole and figured we'd deal with it whenever we finally got around to painting the room.
And then we (both of our asses) did something else:
We hung wallpaper.
Wallpaper! Who does that anymore? Nobody at all, according to our local Home Depot. Nobody knew where we could find wallpaper paste and hanging tools, and everybody seemed baffled that we were even asking. Nobody does wallpaper anymore, you weird bunch of weirdos!
Eventually a computer said it was Aisle 12. We walked the entire length of Aisle 12 approximately 27 times before finally finding a couple small tubs of paste hidden behind some stucco repair. We bought all the paste they had, and then still had to order the tools from Amazon because those were nowhere to be found, even in Aisle 12.
So a few months ago, Jason had to travel and sent me a photo of his hotel room's distressed brick wall. I did not know why and did not ask, but simply waited for him to provide some context.
He finally followed up with LOOK AT THIS WALL.
Yes, I texted back. I see the wall. It is a nice wall.
THIS WHOLE TIME I THOUGHT IT WAS BRICK.
I JUST TOUCHED IT.
Both of us have vivid memories of our mothers hanging wallpaper. My mom single-handedly wallpapered our entire house floor to ceiling several times over. After spending an entire exhausting day on this one single wall I have no idea how she dd that, and I am incredibly grateful for my modern-minded husband who did a ton of the work. Then again, maybe he's just super passionate about walls.
Jason was an engineering major and we still screwed up our measurements twice.
This is the wallpaper we used, and although we initially just ordered one roll to see if we liked it, three rolls arrived instead. That was exactly enough to cover, so...ummmm....thanks for screwing up, Amazon! The whole wall cost us $34.99. (Plus paste, and you'll need a brush, smoother and X-acto knife.)