I love my old farmhouse. From her moss-covered shingles to her wavy glass windows to her sloping fir floors, I’m smitten and judge not her shortcomings. If there was one wart on her fine countenance, it would be the mud room, an enclosed porch where charm has been buried beneath drywall, clutter and indoor-outdoor carpeting.
For seven years, I’ve attended to other more pressing issues (like heat and hot water). Trouble is my back porch still looks like a scene from the Deliverance set. (I hear the dueling banjos.) Well, the time has come to tackle this room, uncover its history and see where paint and inspiration take me.
It’s always good to get a second opinion before starting a project (left to right).
- Boz becoming one with the squalor.
- Boz assessing the room’s feng shui.
- Boz exiting, but not before pantomiming “What a dump. I’ve seen better kennels.”
Love my crowbar; a little tugging revealed the artful lines of 100-year of shiplap beneath quarter-inch sheet rock.
The ceiling also shared a handsome treatment of original wood in the form of bead-board.
Sheetrock removed, I was liking what I was seeing.
The windows are in good shape, unlike the cocoa-brown carpeting, water-damaged linoleum tiles and underlayment, but I’m up for the challenge. Stay tuned for a little transformation and an outfit better suited to this patient Victorian.
My design assistant is ready for a dump run.