So, where were we? Right, I had just driven to Lowes and back to return and buy back the same seven 5 inch, IC rated, remodel cans, and Steve was drilling holes in the ceiling.
We added five cans along the long side and two along the short side, in an L shape. Because of my previously mentioned ladder aversion, it was all on Steve – measuring, making sure the can could pop through the ceiling and not hit a rafter, drilling the pilot holes, marking the larger holes, and jigsawing them out.
This is what it looks like when you have jig-sawed out the 5-inch diameter hole in your clean, pristine white ceiling. No matter how much you are looking forward to having more light, this is the point when you think, “Gee, I really hope we know what we’re doing.” Once the holes were all made I handed Steve the cans, one by one. Here’s what they looked like when they were ready to be wired:
Fortunately, we had the wiring pretty much ready to go, because we’d had extra wiring and a switch put in when we had the original work done – but still, someone had to climb that long ladder to the top, hoist himself up into the attic, and crawl around through the insulation to put it all together. Reader, it was not me.
When we first started this project we were fairly cavalier about things like sawdust and paint fumes, but we learned. And one of the things we learned – the hard way, of course – is that fiberglass insulation is nothing to mess around with. So we didn’t. Steve thinks he wasn’t in the attic that long, given that he had to wire up seven light fixtures, but it felt like forever to me. As long as I could hear him thumping around I didn’t worry too much, but when he was quiet for any length of time I yelled up at him to make sure he hadn’t fainted or something.
Once the wiring was done, it was time for trim:
And, of course, for patching the paint where the jigsaw had scratched it. And for testing bulbs. The first two we tried were rejects – both of them were too long, and the LED one had a cold light almost like a fluorescent.
But once we got the right bulbs in, it was FABULOUS.
It’s like they were always here! And here’s how it looked when we finished Thanksgiving dinner. As one of my sisters said, “We must be the only family who will drive for hours to sit in the same room and read!”