Our wonderful farmhouse. How we love it. We're starting to settle in a bit more everyday. The project list is starting.
First project was to get rid of the contact paper. There was some in every.single.drawer. Four kinds in the kitchen. I have never been a contact paper fan, but I do have a good pal who swears by it (yeah you, Gebs). Either I need to get with a time or my friend has been an old lady since her 20s. Regardless, the contact paper has made cleaning easier. I'm thankful for that.
Now...about wallpaper. There's lots of it in this house.
But nothing compares to the party medly in the bathroom.
Paint, paint and more paint is on the agenda.
But sometimes, when I look at the wallpaper, it sort of grows on me (except not the bathroom one). Perhaps 100 years ago, someone fell in love with the wallpaper that's on the wall. They lovingly chose, bought and placed this wallpaper, decorating their home. I'm betting they stood back and admired their handiwork, proudly. They probably loved the new results and couldn't wait to share it with their friends. They perhaps had husbands who were thankful the project was over and were worrying what their wife would dream up next. Okay, so maybe that's just my husband. The point is...when I think of the love put into this home, I see the wallpaper in a new light. It does seem to make home feel a little cozy (well, except for the bathroom wallpaper...what were they thinking?!). Maybe you agree?
I probably will still end up painting over the wallpaper. But before I do, I think it's worth admiring just a bit, don't you?