We paneled the kid's room a couple of weeks ago. The Hacker and I have always appreciated added texture that paneling gives a room.
We knew that we wanted this subtle addition of interest in the kid's room.
Why that room you ask? Because of the line.
The dreaded line that had annoying me from the day we moved in.
We don't know if it was from a bad drywall install or the constantly moving ground of southern California. It didn't matter, what mattered was covering that pesky line and quieting his taunts for good.
So the first thing the Hacker did was frame the window.
Most of the windows in the yellow bungalow aren't framed. A simple fix later down the road.
But for this little window, it's time had come. Because of the paneling that would take place on the same wall, the Hacker chose a simple frame. Using simple beams, a tedious puzzle saw, and a staple gun he measure, cut, and stapled perfectly. At least in this supportive wife's book.
It was then time to start paneling the wall. He started at the baseboard and worked his way up. He decided to use shiplap for the paneling. They fit in together nicely and make for an easy installment.
Measuring out a space for the outlet,
he used that time-consuming puzzle saw again, and cut out a perfect hole for it.
After the measuring of the window and outlet, the rest went up quite quickly. Before we knew it, he was done.
He stopped just short of the ceiling because we figured, we might as well add the crown moulding now.
(another project that's on our list for the rest of the house, later down the road of course.)
We have ourselves a paneled wall. And more importantly, the line is gone!
Since taking these pictures, we've painted it white and added two cribs. We're still in the midst of decorating and adding the details that make a room. A little piggy bank here, some pretty framed words there. All in all we're ready for inspection. But I've got to leave something for the big reveal.
Paneling a wall is now something else we have learned to do together since living in the yellow bungalow. I fired my first staple gun, not as intimidating as I first thought. We'll continue to learn as we continue on the journey of homeownership.