The Husband is very talented, but a tad bit nutty about our house. He tears down the walls to the bare studs (I just wrote bare studs) & 5 years later makes progress on our dining room. This tiny room was called "the formal dining room" in the original real estate listing. At times, it has not been used as a dining room at all, which is very much like the husband. In our Seattle Capitol Hill apartment, circa 1982, he made the living room our bedroom & the bedroom the den.
New, but period looking & energy efficient windows replaced the picture window.
These windows open from top or bottom... versatile, like me.
The Husband created the table from the stand of an industrial mixing bowl. He used an old dining room table top of no consequence & silver leafed it & studded the sides with upholstery tacks. It is very much a part of the look that I have dubbed- Post Apocalyptic Bohemian. I like the fact that our house is made of re-used, re-purposed & recycled materials & that it appears to be a bit of faded elegance plopped down in a squatter's shack.
The Husband left his company last week, kindly letting me know 24 hours in advance, so I wouldn't have too much time to panic. The Husband is striking out on his own, which makes him very happy. This week, while on hiatus, he made real progress on the tiny dining room. It is starting to look all grown up. I don't want to grow up.
Each board had to be sanded, stripped & pickled. The valances went up this week, & the last pieces of wall board were installed & plastered. I am quite sure that when this room is finished to everyone's satisfaction, this achievement will move the Husband to change it all again. There is always domestic adventures at Post Apocalyptic Bohemia.
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