Bonjour from Campagne Maison
This was actually the first “design alteration” undertaken at the farmhouse. There have been many since and numerous others are scheduled to follow. But the first is the one you never forget, kinda like the first love, the first kiss, the first date, the first dance……..
My niece, the "Design Diva", was the brave soul wielding the reciprocal saw on this project. A few minutes AND a couple of broken blades later, she was forced to move on to bigger toys—I mean tools-- the Craftsman Skill Saw. But, even with that toy—I mean tool—it proved to be a challenge. All I could think about the entire time she wrestled with that saw, as the blade smoked from overheating and squealed from being in a bind, was that scary “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” movie! It was on this very wall that we first discovered the October 1935 issues of the Knoxville Journal, that I wrote about in the post entitled “October”. These walls weren’t eager to give up any of the secrets they were hiding and my fear was that the fight would end only when she fired off one of those gas powered chainsaws.
The wall put up a good fight but the Design Diva won the battle. The opening was made and with the addition of some sheetrock, a lot of plaster, and a little bit of patience, a niche was born. Voila…
Please leave a comment if you stopped by the farmhouse to visit today. I just love having company!
Au revoir,
This was actually the first “design alteration” undertaken at the farmhouse. There have been many since and numerous others are scheduled to follow. But the first is the one you never forget, kinda like the first love, the first kiss, the first date, the first dance……..
My niece, the "Design Diva", was the brave soul wielding the reciprocal saw on this project. A few minutes AND a couple of broken blades later, she was forced to move on to bigger toys—I mean tools-- the Craftsman Skill Saw. But, even with that toy—I mean tool—it proved to be a challenge. All I could think about the entire time she wrestled with that saw, as the blade smoked from overheating and squealed from being in a bind, was that scary “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” movie! It was on this very wall that we first discovered the October 1935 issues of the Knoxville Journal, that I wrote about in the post entitled “October”. These walls weren’t eager to give up any of the secrets they were hiding and my fear was that the fight would end only when she fired off one of those gas powered chainsaws.
The wall put up a good fight but the Design Diva won the battle. The opening was made and with the addition of some sheetrock, a lot of plaster, and a little bit of patience, a niche was born. Voila…
Please leave a comment if you stopped by the farmhouse to visit today. I just love having company!
Au revoir,
2 comments:
I have always like thos niche things. Yall did a good job. It looks like it was always there. Be careful with those toys, I mean tools. TL
Hi there it's great to see what others do with the treasures they are given and the talents they are blessed with. Your home is lovely and the uniqueness of how you've given life to your things equally intriguing.Love to follow tell us more. http://Decoratingyourworld.net (Charlsey)
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