When I spackled the walls in our last house (which was considerably larger than the cottage) I used only half a can. In the past two days, our little cottage has consumed an entire can, and I'm really frugal with it because I don't like sanding all that much. But, you see, I'm rather house-proud and I feel that a job worth doing is worth doing right. In other words, if I'm going to have to motivate my lazy ass to step up and down a step stool a thousand times, and pull all those nails, tacks, and push pins before I spend bucks (and several days) on painting, I'm going to effin' Spackle! There's nothing worse than a freshly painted wall that's pockmarked with unfilled nail holes. I mean, what's the point?
I'm not kidding. There was one 4-inch spot on one of the master bedroom walls that had about twenty holes in it. It was while I Spackled it that I apologized to my dad for all of the holes he filled (several times) in my bedroom walls throughout my teen years, without complaint. Thanks, Dad.
