Wow! I haven't posted in nearly a month. I am painting, but its not on canvas.
We bought our house 8 years ago with the romantic idea that we would fix it up little by little. Time went buy and money to fix things went to college, getting children musical instruments, putting new tires on the vehicles, etc. Compounded with the fear of what we would find once we started tearing paneling off walls, pulling up carpets and the result was waking up 8 years later with very little romance and almost no fixing up. My house still has the uglies.
I woke up a few days ago and just started pulling the paneling loose from the wall to peek behind it. When the wall behind it looked good, I pulled it all the way off. One sheet at a time, I made my way down the stairs. The plaster is in great shape, considering there are hundreds of tiny little nail holes all over it and it has taken a lot of abuse with the installation of the paneling.
I am reclaiming my dream one panel at a time, one wall at a time, one room at a time. It is a lot like standing in front of a canvas and getting that first mark put on. One day, my house will reflect the personalities of the people that live in it.
