Switching out electrical boxes was the hardest part. It seemed to take ages. I made a colossal mess of the floor while cutting a new hole in the ceiling. The large medallion we got barely covers it.
Hanging the fan itself wasn't a problem. Assembling the remaining pieces after hanging it (per the fan's instructions) wasn't bad, either. I dropped screws at every stage, which was annoying, but not a big deal.
Installation complete, I turned the power back on, then proceeded to the last step: flip the switch and pair the fan with its remote. I flicked the switch. The lights in the kitchen (and all else on the breaker) turned off. I reset the breaker, then tried again. Same result. I did something wrong with the wiring. Fuck.
I'll have to take the fan apart in reverse order and redo the wiring. Ugh.
It looks pretty, at least.
I did finish before Kevin came home. He hadn't believed that I could hang that myself. Not that he doubts me; he just thought it too heavy for me.
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