This is the spiral staircase edition of DIY from Hell, and it begins with foolish optimism and ends in near divorce.
Let’s start with some background. Here it is. Or, here it was.
When I moved in with my husband, this is what remained of what I’m sure was once a glorious spiral staircase. This one made scary noises. The bottom step was held up by a book, and then by nothing. We added the mustache duct tape after a near fatal experience with our clumsy dog.
It was time to replace the spiral staircase. Riding high from our previous successes in painting and caulking and electrical work, we made a crucial error. We thought: Why not do it ourselves?
Here’s why. All of this is why.