I will never be bored again: I bought an old house!
Naturally, that’s not all of it. Anyone can buy an old house and live in it. To never, ever be bored again, you have to be obsessed about making that old house exactly as you want it to be. I do tend to obsess.
If you were paying attention, youll recall that I wrote in the post before last that I had my work cut out for me (or something to that effect). The first floor (ground floor to you European readers) of my house has old door and window frames that were painted over thickly with white paint; so thickly, the paint is still somewhat sticky a year or two later. I got curious and wondered what was under that paint. I scratched away a little and found black paint, more white paint, beige paint and some yellow paint, too. It wasn’t until I removed the hinges of the closet door that I saw that underneath all that paint was actual wood (though, of course, I’d assumed it was).
I did my usual research and got to work. Here comes the show!
I could stare at it all day. But then I look around me…
I am somewhat overwhelmed and have to keep reminding myself to go slow and pace myself. I know now that I can work more quickly than at the start, but still, it’s quite painstaking.
There is also the same trim in the living room (and similar in the kitchen). I might give up before I get that far, though. Nonetheless, I started the dining room — the room with the most doors and trim — and will have to finish it. I won’t tell you all the details. I’ll just post before and after shots on that lovely day when I finish.