It's an extremely hot Sunday, and I have just showered to get rid of fiberglass and itchy whatever all over my body. I hate to say this, but I was wrong...I expected too much...and I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I thought that having a raised ceiling in our little casita would be amazingly wonderful, light, airy and attract even more customers to our little airbnb business. It really was a great idea....IF we wanted to spend approximately 18k doing this. We thought we could do it for under a thousand. Little did we know; literally, we had no clue. One of the things I said to my husband before we started is that we know for sure we will encounter unexpected problems, so let's brace ourselves. But this problem was bigger than I ever could imagine.
No, I'm not getting into the specifics; I've already wasted enough time, energy and money on this failed project. I will say though, it is a humbling lesson. Yet what lesson do I need to learn? That I can't do this anymore, like when I was young?
So, the ceiling is staying at the same height, but will be bead board. That's it. We could have put bead board in without tearing the old ceiling and insulation out, but...well... we did tear it out. I just finished the harrowing task of helping my husband put the insulation in. It was hot as hell in our little casita; wearing masks, and totally trying to cover our bodies made for a sweat house for sure. The insulation is in, and we have yet to put the bead board on. Wish us luck.
