This is, supposedly, a sort-of renovation blog, and yet...since this year of grace 2010 began, we have been renovating our butts off, and I haven't breathed a word of it here. I have been holding out on you! Maybe this Blog Block stems from my intense superstitiousness, my fear of Drawing Attention to even a morsel of good fortune lest the earthquake-dealing gods decide to smite me. Yes, I have issues. They peek out like glimpses of old ivy-twining wallpaper when you kick the plaster too hard.
But I also have a new Blue Room. It will never be blue again (or ivy-covered), and will henceforth be referred to as The Studio.
I have shared the story (and my dreams) for the Blue room before, here.
The dream has totally morphed, from master bedroom to book art and printmaking studio. But for now, there is fresh, clean space awaiting paint rollers...and, except for a length of old baseboard, no more blues! More details to come, but meanwhile, I am still taking all this in. Behold, before and after porn!
The room, vaguely L-shaped, is under the eaves on the third floor, all interesting shapes and angles.
Goodbye to the hippie mandalas left over from the Stable's incarnation as a boarding house.
Here's another view, facing the front of the house.
Below: No storebought track light fixture has ever been loved as this one is; it radiates legitimacy upon all it illuminates.
Next: the miracle of the floor.