There are countless ways home improvement projects can go wrong. Sometimes it’s nothing more than an inconvenience or a little mess to clean up. Other times you might find yourself stuck on a roof, trapped in a bathroom or worse! Check out these goofs and you might save yourself from a similar fate.
1. The Eye of the Beholder
I was remodeling my daughter’s second-floor bedroom and had all the demo work done.
I was ready to start the next phase when I saw daylight coming up through a hole in the floorboard. But that didn’t make any sense.
How could there be light between the ceiling downstairs and the floor upstairs?
So I got down on my hands and knees and peered through the little hole—and saw an eyeball looking right back at me! I almost had a heart attack right there.
When I screwed up enough courage to take a second look, I realised that a piece of broken mirror had lodged itself in a knothole. I’d nearly frightened myself to death by staring at my own eyeball!
2. Solitary Confinement
I’m building my own home, and I pride myself on being able to tackle almost any job. I thought I’d figured out a great system for installing the prehung doors.
My problem came when I got to a closet door that opened out from the closet.
To keep the door frame square, I nailed blocks at a 45-degree angle to the outside of the jambs.
I then got my shims, level and nail gun ready and went into the lighted closet and started shimming and shooting nails into the jambs.
When I finished, I tried to open the door.
The blocks were nailed across the jambs on the other side.
I didn’t have a hammer or a pry bar, but I remembered the cell phone in my pocket.
I called my brother, and after I listened to his hysterics, he agreed to come and rescue me.
He hasn’t mentioned it to anyone yet, but I know he’s just waiting for the right moment.
3. Decorator Flooring
My husband and I put a smooth, flawless coat of epoxy on our garage floor.
Then we lowered the overhead door, leaving it high enough that it wouldn’t touch the wet floor but low enough that the cat couldn’t squeeze in under it.
The next morning I peeked into the garage and my eyes grew to the size of silver dollars!
We didn’t keep the cat out of the garage; we kept her in—all night! (She must have been hiding on top of the rafters.)
It’s a goof we’re unlikely to forget; hundreds of little paw prints across the floor’s mirror finish remind us every day.