cutting corners.

These naked drywall corners. It’s the burden of a 1970′s home, and it is a  tough one.

This lack of character creates a feeling of nothingness. Emptiness. Dare I say, loneliness.

What’s a suburban house-wife (blech!) to do?


As I’ve traveled near (hunt and gather), and far (ok, 25 minutes west) I have started to collect structure. I am breaking the rules of miter saws and matching finishes and just nailing things up.

The builder’s made their cold statement with their version of cutting corners, and now I have my own. And I so prefer its warmth.

This says, welcome. It’s like this room now has its framework, like its very own first chapter: “Night had come quickly, they lingered over roasted chicken each sharing the goodness of the day just spent.”

I have many more edges to cover, a lonnnng way to go. But I made it, this far for now.

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  1. Posted September 13, 2010 at 10:30 pm | Permalink

    I will not be surprised at all if you end up with more character in your 1970s multi-level than my 1940s story-and-a-half. I love the ways you add structure!! You go girl!

  2. Posted September 14, 2010 at 6:12 am | Permalink

    structure, it’s your word – you own it and you so break rules. love that about you.

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