In the picture above you can see the pastel peach color the walls were originally, and what 17 years of time did to that color. You can also see a bit of the border which I really, really did like at the time. You can also see a bit of the rag-rolled ceiling which a friend and I put up while working out way through a case of beer, pausing occasionally to watch "Titanic" which I had playing on the TV. The whole room is changing. It's about time.
I've also been told I have little tact, so if this offends you simply ride on.
Sunday, September 18, 2016
South of the Border
Well, the boarder is down, and what a challenge it was. My house was built in 1905 and back then ceilings were high. That's right, I have 10' ceilings on the first floor (ground floor for some of you) and the only way to strip off the border was to straddle a 4' ladder, steamer plate in one hand, plastic scrapper in the other. And that was after I moved all of the furniture to the center of the room. Once I got the rhythm going it was like peeling a banana, except for the south wall. The west, north, and east walls were easy, but that south wall was a bitch. Way back when, that was the first wall to be bordered, enthusiasm was high and the pre-pasted paper was allowed to soak longer in the water before being applied. This meant a longer drying time, thus giving the paste a longer period to soak into the plaster wall. Where the rest came off in strips, on the south wall it was steam, scrap, and then steam, scrap.