Remuddling Update: Insulation!

Remuddling-Insulation

This is part three of our remuddling updates. You can see Part One and Part Two. Now that we’re all caught up, I expect updates will slow down.

Insulation!

The day finally arrived. A couple days before, Tig and I cleaned everything up. The space had never looked so tidy before.

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Tig had been working hard wiring up the exterior walls. There are outlets everywhere and even a few working ceiling lights!

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On Tuesday the insulation guys came. This was the day we had been waiting for! They started stretching the membrane over our stud walls. I loved seeing the semblance of walls going up, it made the space so much lighter.

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The staples are scary big, as is the pneumatic staple gun that can shoot out 20 staples in a squeeze.

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Then the filling began. We ended up using 58 bags of dense-packed cellulose. It took a day and a half to finish the three perimeter walls of the first floor. Once it was all done, it looked like a padded cell. They guys were so nice. One of them gave V a stack of old horse magazines (his son is a barrel racer). Lucky girl!

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That same day, we had a truckload of dirt delivered to our yard. A bunch of kids from the local homeschool coop came for their “trucks” class. They brought over their toy trucks and played in the dirt.

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After the insulation, we put up the radiant barrier. Tig, the ever-resourceful bargain-hunter, picked up boxes of these for 60% off last winter. The sale made it much more cost-effective to install. And since we plan on having a wood stove someday, we’re hoping this will cut down on heat loss through radiation.

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I spent one late night helping Tig putting sheets up. The rest he did himself. Our space looks like the inside of a spaceship or disco ball.

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Don’t worry, the staple gun was disconnected and the lil ‘O was heavily supervised.

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Now the next step is to get the strapping on for the drywall. A man’s work is never done.