The Cross House
Somewhere, in the back of mind, a thought was lazily floating about as I wrestled with the radiator: WHY are you doing this? You are SIXTY! SIXTY! STOP THE MADNESS!
But…what was pain, what was sweat-soaked agony, when this…
With the floor revealed, the rug down, and one drapery installed, the parlor looks more elegant than it did yesterday. The kinda over-the-top decorative paint finishes suddenly look a bit more…serious today. This shift will accelerate once all the furnishings and pictures are in place, a subtle transformation fascinating to observe.
At 5PM, my sweat-soaked body collapsed into a chair. And I just stared and stared and stared at the wonder before me. My mind recalled the utter ruin of the room in 2014, and the extraordinary project of installing the steel beam. Then the work removing all the old wallpaper. The work refinishing seeming miles of trim. The work installing a new ceiling. The work getting the floor refinished. And the work work work getting the room painted. And painted. And more painted.
My mind recalled all this…yet the room in front of my eyes was…the most beautiful room I had ever seen. My eyes teared up. And I continued just sitting and staring.
Finally, at 6:30, I forced myself out of the chair and into the car. I really did not want to leave.
I could have stared all night.
NOTE: This post is a petite reveal. The BIG reveal will be posted when all the furnishings are in place. This may be in another week or so.