Well that was a big fat disappointment. I stuck my head in the van this morning to find that two out of the seven pieces of FatMat I applied to the ceiling had collapsed into crumpled balls. The rest were on their way to jumping ship. I swear if these things had brains and phalanges they’d be flipping me the bird.
Some internet stranger suggested on some obscure interweb forum that a heat gun might help this stuff adhere better, so off to Harbor Freight I went. I then spent a few hours heating and reapplying the material to the ceiling, making no visible progress, but managing to get a sore back, neck, and shoulders in the process. Will it work? We’ll see.
A few months ago, before I got into this van dwelling thing, Jef’s uncle mentioned that he made a grey water tank out of pipes. I remember nodding in vague interest―not that I didn’t believe him, I just didn’t quite comprehend the words. Make a grey water tank? Out of pipes? Surely he meant something else.
Nope. He made a freaking grey water tank out of pipes! It really is one of the coolest things I’ve seen on any home on wheels. It just goes to show you that anything can be done, you just have to find a way to make things work.