Ending The Old Year Right

Finding A Treasure

I got back to work on the Big House in a small city today. My job is to paint trim. Yes, I know it’s a crime to paint it. If it was going to be my house forever, I’d be stripping it all because it is probably gorgeous. But it’s been painted for many years and the simple answer is to freshen what’s there.

So that was today’s job.

Remember that dreary room with the wallpaper hanging off in sheets?

Look at it now. And it’s not even done.

Then there’s the formal room, formerly resplendent in blue wallpaper.

Not anymore.

When I got toward the end of today’s work, I found another reason to be impressed with this house. It has bullseye molding in every room, but there’s an odd corner by the basement door, in a passage that leads to the kitchen. In that hidden corner, where no one would likely ever notice, is such a wonderful little touch.

It’s an oversized bullseye and molding, just to turn an awkward spot into something beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it. And I love it.

I know old houses are a lot of trouble, and this one is no exception. But old houses also offer gifts like this, an attention to detail and pride of craftsmanship that is very, very rare in a newer home. Every ornate Eastlake hinge, every custom touch, speaks of a time when speed wasn’t the priority - making everyday things beautiful and doing quality work was more important.

I think those are good values.

Happy new year, and I hope your year is full of unexpected beauty.