Whew, The Boy and I are so relieved to have the breaker box moved out of the way. Now we can move on to really fun things, like drywall and lighting. After doing the entire guest bathroom renovation, we vowed to never do drywall by ourselves again. I guess my memory for how horrific tasks are is very short, because I’ve decided to do the drywall. Again. What is that saying about insanity? Oh well, I’m sure it isn’t applicable.

I’d like to refresh your recollection (how’d that lawyerly term sneak in there?!) about the layout and why the breaker box move was needed. This was our old layout, with a closet and bathroom off the hallway (you can click on the pictures to enlarge):

The breaker box was formerly located in the bedroom closet shown above, exactly where we need to break on through to the other side. Here is the new layout, and the breaker box is now immediately on your left when you walk in the master closet (did I say “WALK IN”? Why yes I did!):

As soon as the breaker box was gone, I got to work tearing out the rest of the framing that had to go.

He just had to zoom out and show my crazy outfit, didn’t he?

After the framing was down, I got to work measuring, cutting, and hanging drywall.

Behind the love seat is the official drywall cutting area, apparently. Oh, and don’t mind that side table – that is a project for a friend.

Once the drywall was up, the closet was really starting to take shape. I hope these pictures make sense. If not, refer to the above layout. If it still doesn’t make sense, just stop on by and I’ll show you in person. (I’m only slightly kidding.)

From the bedroom looking in.

From the closet looking out.

Close up looking into new closet.

Close up of new breaker box.

I bought four pot lights for the closet. I’d love to have one big central light, but the access to the attic is in the middle of the ceiling in the closet, so I have to work around it. The Boy decided we needed light in there while we work, so he hooked up one of the recessed lights, which is temporarily just dangling from the attic access, but will eventually be installed correctly.

This is how a real man installs a light.

Proof that The Boy owns shirts with sleeves!

So much left to do, but I am pretty impressed by the progress we made in one weekend, mostly thanks to the efforts of our neighbor, Brad. Next up? Well, I’m not sure. But I’ll let you know when we figure it out.