I was halfway through this room last weekend, when boyfriend said:
"You know what we forgot to do? Spray it with water."
Me: "I asked you that and you said no!"
Boyfriend: "No you didn't."
Me: "Yes I did."
Boyfriend: "That conversation never happened."
Me: "I said, 'Do I need to get it wet or can I just scrape it.' And you said I didn't have to get it wet."
Boyfriend: "That's not the same question."
So today, we pulled out the spray bottle and the boyfriend decided it would be more efficient to use our new lawn and garden 3-liter sprayer. He was right.
This time, we tag teamed it. He sprayed, I scraped. I still ended up a mess, but no popcorn in my hair this time.
We finished the lace room then headed into the master bedroom thinking we'd knock that out so it would be ready for us to actually move in. The spraying/scraping didn't take longer than an hour, but we had a mushy gushy mess on the floor.
Turns out, the previous owners had painted over wallpaper in the bedroom. I'm kind of sad about that, but so it goes.
After we'd scraped, I went back with a wet rag and wiped down the edges with wallpaper scraps and popcorn mush. The edge and wall cleaning part was more exhausting for me than the popcorn removal itself.
This is how Grover felt about us rearranging the house...again. He's over moving.
Really, a minor change with major impact. I'm liking everything much better without the popcorn ceilings.
Then it was on to errands, laundry and wine for me. I've talked boyfriend into watching Oz the Great and Powerful tonight as our little treat for the day's accomplishments. But first, a look at the aftermath.