Cary knew when we bought this house that it was old, and that like most old houses, we have plaster walls. But I don't think Cary truly knew what having plaster walls meant, until he tried to hang paintings this weekend. I walked in to find a frustrated Cary hammering furiously at a painting hook, the nail bending more and more, but not budging one bit into the wall... I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you know something I don't know?" he asked. Uhmmm, we have plaster walls.
Luckily Cary is a resourceful guy, and figured out a way to drill a pilot hole (which ended up being more of a real hole, large enough for the whole nail) that could support the picture hook. Ta-da!! Our picture fames (still empty) that we bought in January are finally hung!