In our home there is a hodge podge wall made up of mix-n-match stones. These stones are stacked together with dirt, and have stayed in place for over three hundred years.
The other walls in the house have been covered up with sheet rock, only this one remains untouched. This stone wall often stared at me. It was big, heavy and made the room feel like a cave.
Whatever I put in front of that stone wall seemed to be gobbled up. Its massiveness was unsettling to any stick of furniture. Yet I didn’t have the heart to cover it up.
When I found this not so old piece of furniture it was canary yellow with gold trim. Putting it mildly it was very ugly. When French husband saw the movers bringing it in he looked at me like I had flipped out. He said nervously, "I know it is going to look better, once you do… what you do… whatever you do… right?" I scratched my head and said, "I hope so."
"Corey, please tell me you measured it before buying it?"
"You know I never measure anything." I smiled as he shooked his head.
photo: 12 feet x 12 feet, painted grey blue, 1970s book case. Filled with finds from the French flea market. Click photo to enlarge.
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