Bare plaster was never something intentional that we chose for our bedroom, but when they say that living with a builder means your house is always the last on the list, they aren't lying! While we were getting around to re-painting our bedroom after a much-needed fresh coat of plaster (me deliberating about the colour, him getting around to doing the undercoat), we kind of decided that the plaster was a thing of beauty in itself. A craft in its own right, done well it is beautifully smooth and patterns develop as the walls continue to dry over a matter of months. With a fresh coat of paint on the skirting and cornicing, I love the way it looks perfectly undone, while our lofty high ceilings look extra regal. I kind of like that it feels like a French palace in disrepair, don't you think? It reminds me of this magical blog post by sfgirlbybay.
it is beautiful! its crazy how you can find beauty in the simple things.
ReplyDeleteI love that heart chair! Also, I just stumbled here and your little definition of sprunting on the side really made me smile. How lucky you are!
ReplyDeleteIt's so funny isn't it! My granny always told us that's what it meant, and last year it was published in a book called The Horologicon. Ultimate 'I told you so' moment!
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