When we removed the cheap molding around the ceiling downstairs, we discovered a 1-inch gap between the top of the wall and the ceiling where the plaster had completely disintegrated to nothing. Rather than fix it properly, the previous homeowners just slapped some molding over the top and left it. But before covering it up, the culprit responsible for this shoddy display of crap-manship signed his name to the wall. So Art Hruska, we are looking for you.
At first we thought we might be able to repair the plaster ourselves, but as Lance got up on a ladder to scrape the last remnants of wallpaper, a large (like 6-7" diameter) chunk of plaster came loose from the wall. At this point, we had to admit that we were in over our heads and resolve to call in a professional. And so, until we can find a qualified plaster repair person, we are once again on hold. *sigh*