The first floor of our home has been remodeled and redecorated several times over the years. Dry wall replaced old lath and plaster, floors were leveled, wall to wall carpeting and laminate flooring installed, the kitchen and bathroom modernized, and so on. The second floor however is a much different story.
“We need to paint the girls bedrooms before they get back from Virginia,” I had said to my husband. “They need a little patching but that won’t take long.” I was wrong—So very wrong. One crack led to another, and that led to a bump and gouge and all sorts of annoying things. Plastering led to sanding, which led to dust—so much dust—and on to the tedious, and unfortunately not very neat task of trimming, (a job I detest) and finally rolling the paint onto the patched walls. (This job I loved) The finished product, if I may say so, looks wonderful.
If my house could talk, what stories would it tell? What mysteries would unfold?
Well, Taylor loved her grown-up teal bedroom, and now I get to do it all over again for Cammie’s room, which will be BRIGHT pink. I hope I can hold on to my newfound appreciation for the marvels of old houses, as well as lath and plaster. Hmmm, probably not: At least not until the room is finished.
And just think there’s so much more to do. Yay?