Kids In the Hall

Yesterday I finished the hallway.  It’s a little weird how happy I am about that.  Only one picture allowed (new hall rules) so it’s my collage picture of some ancestors at various stages in their lives.
Because there is less light here the colour looks more orange and the white really stands out.


Ok, I expect that’s about all the time you would like to spend in my hallway admiring walls and doors. And a surprisingly clean floor.  Let’s go around the corner.

And turn left.  And then back up and turn right.  You know, so you don’t get lost.  New shelf rules too.  Two or less items per.  I just noticed one has three things.  Oh well.

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The colour behind the couch is called “tea dance”.  It’s looking a little more pink here than it does in real life.  And notice how different my “melted marshmallow” looks in bright morning light.

imageI’m not sure what this suspended slab of stone or concrete under the fireplace is called, because don’t mantles go above, not below?  Anyway, it was ugly and I always kept it completely covered in stuff.  It’s a perfect place for candles.  And other assorted junk.  And did I mention ugly?  Well now it’s covered in a grey textured paint which looks and feels like rough stone.  And I no longer feel the need to pile loads of crap on top of it.

My daughter made me take away those little elephants. She is ruthless.

And finally, my art corner.  Sadly neglected for now but not forever.

image imageBecause there has to be a mess somewhere.

I should have cut the grass today, but it was just too hot.  These days you have to get out there between thunderstorms. And despite all the rain, the heat manages to keep the grass looking half dead, especially in the front where it kind of matters.  Anyway, I had a nap instead.  Painting wears me right out and it sometimes takes days to recover from all my hard work.  Ha!  No, I don’t really believe that either.

I think we might be half way finished!  This is another picture from the kitchen because I forgot to add it last post.

imageIn case you were worried I might have chucked out the stove.

Back at it tomorrow.  Two bedroom ceilings on the agenda.  Or more naps. Hard choices to be made.

Architecture I Appreciate

Castles and bridges, cobblestone walkways, and all things made of stone – these are some of the architectural structures that delight me. Even crumbling ruins maintain a certain beauty and fascination. I like rock gardens and rock walls and stone fireplaces. I’d put pebble stone tiles in the shower, but I can’t imagine how I’d keep that clean.

The Mary Queen of Scots Holyrood Bathouse in Edinburgh is a gorgeous little stone structure. I SO wanted to go inside it, but I don’t think that’s allowed and who knows what kind of dank and musty interior it might have anyway. Best to admire it from the street I suppose, and let your imagination conjure up images of the Queen in her milk bath, and all the fuss and bother that must have entailed.

Maybe when I’m old and rich and mostly insane I’ll construct my own stone bath house in the back yard. Infinitely more interesting than your run of the mill bird bath, that’s for sure. I’d cheat and put in modern plumbing though. Maybe add a cabana boy or two. A wet bar. Some towel warmers. A sauna and a massage table. I bet I could have given Queen Mary a few good ideas. Although who really knows exactly what she may have been up to in there.

It’s a charming little bath house, and I’m charmed to say I was there and took more pictures of it than I did of Holyrood House itself, or even Edinburgh Castle. I don’t apologize for my screwed up priorities or strange tastes. Sometimes there’s no accounting for what you like.

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