I Dream of Painting…

“I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.” ~ Vincent Van Gogh

Priming, and painting are on the horizon for completion of The Southern House.  (With the exception of discussion of building an in-home library in the incomplete front room.)  The Dining Room has been painted from top to bottom, the floors, the walls, the wainscoting, and the mantle.  The table, chairs, and buffet were a rescue from Mike’s sister’s home in 2005 after Hurricane Katrina; a coat of paint, some wood reworked, and cushions recovered.  And, the wallpaper. Oh, the wallpaper.  Months of discussion and samples and maybes led us to choosing colors that complimented both our kitchen and dining room, with a damask design that hinted at vintage.  The original painting (discussed here) found it’s home above antique folding chairs in the dining room, with another painted watercolor (Artist Ken Matthew) of our home presently resting on the opposite side of the french doors.

Primed and ready for painting.

Painted floors!!! Wini sure loved the space!

Hanging Wallpaper!!

After shots!

Much like the dining room, the hallway and downstairs bathroom were also primed and painted. In true Southern House tradition, most of the bathroom interior were custom works from Mike.   The lighting followed in tradition of our black iron accents with Edison bulbs, as well as the toilet paper holder.  As previously mentioned, the vanity was created out of a chest of drawers, and with water hooked up and in place, I can’t imagine any other piece of furniture there.  Hanging above the vanity is a antique mirror that appears as if it came with the chest, but actually was discovered and hidden away long ago waiting for just the right place.

Hallway and bathroom painted – walls and floors!

Bathroom complete!

The lighting!

… and matching toilet paper holder.


The hallway will collect our family and school photos as our children age, as well as keys and hats on the hall tree (found in Eureka Springs shortly after Mike and I wed).   A last minute decision for a precious hallway included a custom “baby gate!”  With a one year old running around the home, we had to make sure she stayed in the lower level of the Southern House.  So, Mike pulled out an old door rescued from his grandmother’s home on the coast after Hurricane Katrina, cut it down, stripped the paint, and brushed on some poly; hardware was added and a latch, making this little french door baby gate one the cutest additions to our home!

For some previous reading check out the following blogs: BeCase We CanWe Are Floored (literally), and Treasures for Renovators!


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