Woman with Crowbar = Action!
Some might suffer from the illusion that I'm the kind of woman that mainly handles needles and crochet hooks and such haberdasheries - but I'm quite good with a crowbar, if I must say so myself. (It's my blog - so I can boast, right?)
First I attacked the ceiling and tore down the celotex boarding, that covered the original old wooden ceiling. It fought violently back and covered me with tons of mouse shit, accumulated over the last 60 or 70 years or so. Dis-gus-ting! - There were also lots of paper targets, for levelling. Kondrad, Dines, Aage and Hilmar apparently enjoyed a good shooting. I'd bet my money on Aage anytime, if he's still around.
Seeing the ceiling like that, I couldn't help but tearing down the wall paper too. Oh, it felt so good! And now we're back to basics: unburned clay, wood and plaster
in the walls. Whitewash or linseed oil paint
on the walls. That's what I love about this house. It's so honest.
At this point I kind of woke up. I don't know what happend - this wasn't planned at all! Perhaps I had some sort of temporary amnesiac craziness fit. You know what this means, don't you? Lots and lots of hours of work - planning, reconstructing, painting and, best of all, dreaming. I've got plans for this little workroom of mine. Oh yeah.
You know, if it wasn't for these beautiful mornings I probably could go mad. There's healing potential in the colours of a sunrise. Breathe in the colour deeply.
"Mere colour, unspoiled by meaning
and unallied with definite form,
can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways"
Oscar Wilde
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