Last night we had the mother of all messes in the house. While I was at a track meet, my wonderful husband began busting out the lath and plaster from the kitchen. With good intentions in mind he covered the opening to the rest of the house with plastic, however it was an epic fail. The plastic was thin, it tore when the plaster hit it and my house looked like a 50 gallon barrel of powder imploded. Everything was accented in a lovely shade of off white, even my beautiful area rug....sigh.