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