Jan
18
2004
(try to) do it yourself
Walking through the doors of the Home Depot has the general effect of turning Alyson — a college-educated, generally intelligent computer geek — into a complete idiot. My love for HGTV notwithstanding, I’m no home improvement maven. My big DIY achievement in the past six months was installing a towel rod — a level towel rod — in my bathroom. My new project: Find some way to seal my drafty windows.
I’ve heard/read about this removable plastic sheeting that you can tape up to your windows and seal with a hair dryer. With no major equipment or tools required, it seemed like a project right up my alley (so to speak).
I was a bit overwhelmed when I walked into the Home Depot. Given the uber-cold weather of late, I was expecting to see a display somewhere near the front with weatherproofing supplies, so I could just grab and go. Alas, no. Afraid of being somehow mocked or condescended to by the store personnel, I took to wandering the aisles in search of my sheeting. (I have no concrete reason for that fear; I just feel supremely self-conscious when I feel like I’m majorly out of my element.)
Home Depot has a strange power to intimidate me (or, seen from a different angle, I allow it to intimidate me). The aisles are dark, and the industrial-style shelves dominating. Goods are arranged for efficiency’s sake, not for cosmetic appeal. And there’s so much of it! I haven’t a clue why someone would need 75 different types of nail or 15 different types of chain — but it’s there if they do. Stalled in the window department, I finally caved and asked a salesperson where to find my plastic sheeting. He advised me to ask some guy over in the metalworking department.
Lost en route to the aforementioned department, I asked another salesperson for help. My plastic sheeting apparently wasn’t in “his” department, but he told that the store was out of stock of what I wanted and advised me to try Wal-Mart or another Home Depot store.
I spotted a Lowe’s on Route 1 on my way to the other Home Depot, so I stopped in to try my luck. No dice. The salesman in “Seasonal Merchandise” knew what I was talking about, but didn’t know where it would be stocked. I asked another salesperson in the hardware department for help, only to be directed to the insulation aisle. I finally found my quarry — rather, the empty case that once held my quarry — in the next aisle, next to the weatherstripping (now in multiple widths, thicknesses and colors!).
Back in the car, to Home Depot #2…
With a sketchy knowledge of the hardware department now (thank goodness for standardized store layouts!), I found the aisle with the weatherproofing materials. And directly underneath the weatherstripping: my plastic sheeting! I have six windows to cover, so I picked up three 3-packs (to allow for the inevitable screw-ups and do-overs). On my way to the checkout counter, I bumped into (literally) the table o’ weatherproofing I’d expected to see at the other Home Depot. I spotted a 9-pack box of sheeting, and, realizing it was a better deal, deposited the other boxes of sheeting on the table. Victory!
… well, sort of. When I got home, I took a look at the directions. And they confused me. Do I tape the sheeting around the very outside of the window (about two inches from the actual glass), or along the sash, right in front of the glass? I also need to check in the basement to make sure there’s extra paint for the windowsills, in case the plastic sheeting tape causes damage when I have to do the inevitable do-over.
I’ll figure this out yet.
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After getting some advice from Rob, I made an attempt at sheeting-over the windows above my bed, where the cold draft blockage is most sorely needed. This plastic sheeting is pretty nifty stuff! I don’t feel any drafts through those two windows anymore, although the plastic already feels a bit cold. We’ll see how things go tonight…
I was freeeeeeeeeezing last night … Although, after I got up this morning, I realized the reason wasn’t that the plastic sheeting had failed, but rather that I’d stupidly forgotten to turn the heater up when I got home last night. It had been set at 58 degrees all night. Brain-dead Aly. :p
::brrr::
Yay, I’m glad you sorta figured it out. My old roommate was obsessed with that stuff and along with her windows covered, she had a space-heater in the room, and our heat was set to 70 degrees. I get really cold too, but I never got that desperate. Especially with all the heat causing very dry air….I think I need a humidifier again. hmm.