You will be happy to know that the fuzzy, clunky buzz in my brain this past week was not a full-on episode of writers block, but merely a dust induced cold brought on by the sheet rock and insulation that crumbled from my ceiling Tuesday morning. Yes, the God damn ice dam finally caved and we had to do an all out demo of a bedroom and a portion of our basement last week. Not sure if it was toxic mold smell and fine particles swirling around my house or just a good old fashioned cold, but something knocked me into a state of hazy numbness that only human size dehumidifiers from Stanley Steamer could suck out. So the week was a bit of a doozy woozy in terms of not feeling well and being forced to make decisions as to what to do with this new found raw space of ours.
Part of the fun of living in a 1938 house are the details that you discover about it's history. Man, if these walls could talk! In the demolition process of the bedroom our contractor unearthed some of the funkiest wallpaper I have ever seen. I must admit, I kinda like the colors (brown, turquoise, and hot pink!) but I am not one for ethnic porn on my walls. I literally laughed out loud when I saw this hedonistic design- who picked out this kooky stuff?!? Was it a tough decision to choose this slinky, topless, Tahitian beauty? What was this room used for back in the day that it had such loud, auto erotic dancers adorning the walls? The neighborhood brothel, perhaps? Who knows, but I have learned many secrets in the past weeks about this old house of mine- doesn't every home need a "smoking room" in the basement with a built-in exhaust fan (I had no idea!) for those late night card games? I also learned that one of the previous owners who lived here for forty years passed away in my sun room. I was kinda creeped out until Mr. C told me he thought it was pretty sweet that Old Mr. Hopkins wanted to take his last breaths with his family in this bright, cheery room, and then announced that he plans to go out in exactly the same manner. Hmmm. This revelation finally settled the argument about the "ghostly" spiritual sensations I get from time to time around here; now I know it's just the ghost of Old Man Hopkins. Seems like a pretty cool fellow....
So, now that we have this blank space that we are turning into a den/office type of room, should I wallpaper again? Wallpaper is very hip at the moment and there are some super sweet patterns out there these days. I just can't decide. I know I am at risk of turning off my male readership here, but I need some help. What to do with this room of mine? Wallpaper, paint, what colors, what patterns? I spend an unbelievable amount of time browsing through shelter (aka interior design) magazines and now it is time to actually make a decision and I can't. Maybe it's the dust, but I need some input. Check out the inspiration wallpaper below.
Part of the fun of living in a 1938 house are the details that you discover about it's history. Man, if these walls could talk! In the demolition process of the bedroom our contractor unearthed some of the funkiest wallpaper I have ever seen. I must admit, I kinda like the colors (brown, turquoise, and hot pink!) but I am not one for ethnic porn on my walls. I literally laughed out loud when I saw this hedonistic design- who picked out this kooky stuff?!? Was it a tough decision to choose this slinky, topless, Tahitian beauty? What was this room used for back in the day that it had such loud, auto erotic dancers adorning the walls? The neighborhood brothel, perhaps? Who knows, but I have learned many secrets in the past weeks about this old house of mine- doesn't every home need a "smoking room" in the basement with a built-in exhaust fan (I had no idea!) for those late night card games? I also learned that one of the previous owners who lived here for forty years passed away in my sun room. I was kinda creeped out until Mr. C told me he thought it was pretty sweet that Old Mr. Hopkins wanted to take his last breaths with his family in this bright, cheery room, and then announced that he plans to go out in exactly the same manner. Hmmm. This revelation finally settled the argument about the "ghostly" spiritual sensations I get from time to time around here; now I know it's just the ghost of Old Man Hopkins. Seems like a pretty cool fellow....
So, now that we have this blank space that we are turning into a den/office type of room, should I wallpaper again? Wallpaper is very hip at the moment and there are some super sweet patterns out there these days. I just can't decide. I know I am at risk of turning off my male readership here, but I need some help. What to do with this room of mine? Wallpaper, paint, what colors, what patterns? I spend an unbelievable amount of time browsing through shelter (aka interior design) magazines and now it is time to actually make a decision and I can't. Maybe it's the dust, but I need some input. Check out the inspiration wallpaper below.
pastels, perhaps? 
kind of a modern version of my Tahitian design 
deGournay=gorgeous Thoughts?
No comments:
Post a Comment