|The bedroom mantel, unpainted|
And houses, there have been a few! And every one needed something. As years passed, the "house of my dreams" changed a hundred times! Thank God I never had a prayer answered for "my perfect house!"
I really have no idea how to put a blog together, so this will be a work-in-progress, a learning experiment, and I hope things I like to explore will interest you too.
|A close-up of the Manet copy and some lavender|
Just now, I'm living in a rented house which happens to be an historic home in an ante-bellum southern town. My landlord had stripped the woodwork in the bedroom we use as the master, and does not want it painted. Respecting his wishes, I had to arrive at a happy way to think of the room without having all of the beautiful wide mouldings painted shiny white, which I love in every room. Shiny, glossy white reflects light so beautifully and makes a room look cheerful and happy.
I lived with the natural wood for a while trying to decide how to think of the room, since I could not make it look the way I wanted it to. It is an east facing room, so the morning sun is always there to brighten the room on a sunny day. The more I woke in the room, I began to think of it as my "French farmhouse bedroom." A French farmhouse would not necessarily have all white mouldings, would it? Most definitely not. I added some things to the mantel where the sun makes beautiful shadows in the morning.