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I painted the floor of my oldest's nursery almost nineteen years ago.
It was white with a Wedgwoody blue border. I have longed to paint
another floor since and have measured and sketched meanders and
hexagons, but have not again taken brush to wood.
The first thing I did to my current house was rescue her from the
troubling orange cast of the light stain of her floors. (Who thinks
that color is a good idea? It should be illegal.) Having invested a good
little bit in the no-red-not-too-black-just-rich-brown shade that runs
throughout, I can't come to terms with painting over it.
But, oh, that blue in Christopher Spitzmiller's country house! Bold, yet
grounding (no pun intended - okay, maybe a bit) this floor made my
pulse jump and fingers itch for a brush the second I saw it. This is
one of those great rooms that if someone were to describe it to you -
"Under the eave, snappy red and white chrysanthemum wallpaper, painted
furniture, bright blue floor." - might make you say, "Hmmm." And yet, on
sight, it's perfection.
I still can't cover my floors; there were too dear. But my porch floor,
she who was cracking and peeling not one but three layers of paint, was
recently stripped. The poor darling, I had planned on leaving her
bare, to recover and breathe a little bit. I'm not going to break it to
her yet, but I have a colorful future planned.
Image, Christopher Spitzmiller's farmhouse in Architectural Digest, July 2015.
Photography William Waldron; produced by Anita Sarsidi. Spitzmiller's
spool bed once belonged to Albert Hadley. If you can find one with
similar pedigree, I say, do. But I run across these beds pretty
regularly and they do look awfully swell painted.
This seems the perfect image to kick off the holiday weekend! Enjoy!