Truthfully, I'm too dang tired to put everything back so photos will have to wait until tomorrow.
I must say, it wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. Once you set your plum line and get the first piece up, it goes pretty quick. Except when you have to cut around a window. Icky-poo-poo.
Sure the wallpaper is nice and straight but this old farmhouse isn't. So I had to do some creative piecing with the last sheet.
Since the bedrooms are so small, I set up my "wallpaper station" in the bathroom. Makes sense.
Man, I LOVE this paper!!! It is so (farmhousey) perfect!!
When my sweet hubs came in to look at it he said, "That looks really nice! It's Chickie wallpaper." Chickie is his nickname for me. ♥
Of course he asked why I didn't do the whole room. I tried to explain it's a feature wall. But he just doesn't get it. Men. Can't live with 'em and ya can't kill 'em.
**snicker**
So now I'm going to kick back, rest these old bones, pop a couple of Advil and give Stella some attention.
I have found a floral wallpaper I will commit to. ((giggle))
Even though it's quite gloomy outside and the lighting is bad, this wallpaper is perfect! It's a beautiful cabbage roses wallpaper with a beige background that looks like it belongs in this old, country farmhouse.
Also since I'm only doing one wall, I want it to be more visual. That other paper I was looking at just didn't do it.
But best of all... The price. It's almost half of the other one I was looking at! Heck, it's a no brainer. " ♪ Because you know I'm all about that price, 'Bout that price... ♫ "
No, it's not President Washington's actual birthday today. But it's the day we as a nation celebrate it. The third Monday in the month of February.
So for me, today is a day to reflect on some of our greatest presidents...
and some of our not so greatest presidents.
Ummm... **Insert photos here**
Hopefully, our next president will be added to the first category and not the second. **fingers, toes and eyes crossed**
Technically according to the then-used Julian calendar, President Washington was born on February 11, 1731.
But in 1752, Britain and all its colonies adopted the Gregorian calendar which moved Washington's birthday a year and 11 days to February 22, 1732. In turn making him younger. A year younger? Hey, I'd take it!
♥
Well hello there, handsome.
I'll be celebrating your birthday on the 22nd.
♥
He was born on February 12th 1809 in Hardin County Kentucky and died April 15th 1865 at the age of fifty six.
His home state is Illinois and he ran a store in New Salem.
His party was Republican and he was president for four years from 1861-1865, when he was assassinated.
Abraham had four children, Robert Todd Lincoln, Edward Lincoln, Willie Lincoln, Tad Lincoln. Only Robert Todd Lincoln survived into adulthood.
Lincoln was fond of pets, and owned horses, cats, dogs and a turkey. Even though he was strong, a talented wrestler, and proficient with an axe, he disliked killing and harming animals, even for food.
His birth mother died from milk sickness. (A rare disease caused by consuming dairy or meat products from cattle that have eaten any of various poisonous weeds.) His father remarried. Abraham was very close to his step mother.
He had deep depression, even though he would frequently tell stories and jokes to friends and family.
On January 1, 1863, he issued the Emancipation Proclamation that declared forever free those slaves within the Confederacy. It was the crowning achievement of his administration. The original autograph was lost in the Chicago fire of 1871. Surviving photographs of the document show it primarily in Lincoln's own hand.
He never let the world forget that the Civil War involved an even larger issue. This he stated most movingly in dedicating the military cemetery at Gettysburg: "that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain--that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom--and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."
One week before his death, had a dream of someone crying in the White House, when he found the room; he looked in and asked who had passed away. The man in the room said the President. When he looked in the coffin it was his own face he saw.
He was the first president to be assassinated. It happened on Good Friday, April 14th 1865 at Ford's Theatre in Washington DC. The assassin was John Wilkes Booth, an actor, who somehow thought he was helping the South by murdering the president.
"We all declare for liberty; but in using the same word we do not all mean the same thing. With some the word liberty may mean for each man to do as he pleases with himself, and the product of his labor; while with others, the same word may mean for some men to do as they please with other men, and the product of other men's labor. Here are two, not only different, but incompatible things, called by the same name - liberty. And it follows that each of the things is, by the respective parties, called by two different and incompatible names - liberty and tyranny."
~Abraham Lincoln Address at Sanitary Fair, Baltimore, Maryland (April 18, 1864)
I've been kicking around another idea. I really need to refinish the old pine floorboards in the original part of this old farmhouse. I'm also dying to remove the sub floor(s) in the dining room to expose the original pine floorboards. But (I think) it's a platform sub floor that transitions from the kitchen to the dining room. In turn, making a step down into the keeping room.
The first transition...
Since the kitchen as it is now wasn't original to this old farmhouse, the opening between these two rooms was originally an outside wall. Ya follow me?
To show what I mean, here's Stella my runway model. "Stella is wearing a lovely little black and white number..."
The second transition has about a 4" step up. Or down. Depending on your direction. **wink**
I'm sure there's a reason this was done. When looking up at the pine floorboards from the basement they look like they are in great shape! But again, there must be a reason why they added a platform sub floor.
Unless they preferred to have the step in a narrower doorway and not in the kitchen opening. Who knows?!
So should I tear into it like a monkey on a cupcake and remove everything to expose the floorboards?
My heart is telling me one thing while my head is telling me something else.
If all goes well, the step up would be going into the wider opening in the kitchen instead. I can handle that.
But I'll also have to remove the old barn siding and pray I can remove it all without destroying it.
I love the look and want it back up on the walls.
Then there's my beloved Americana flag wall. Approx. 4" of drywall would be exposed. I guess the best fix for that would be 6" baseboard molding. Which I would love! But it wouldn't match the rest of the house.
This is what I was obsessing thinking about as I practically inhaled pizza and chicken wings during the Super Bowl.
For the record I am not a football fan. Nope. Not at all. Neither is my sweet hubs.
The Super Bowl is an excuse for me to indulge in pizza and chicken wings and not feel guilty about it. It's the only football game I watch all year. Shhhh... No one needs to know that.
But I was squeezin' for Carolina.
As far as the commercials go... I'm not interested in those either. No cursing or tomato throwing, please. These are my opinions.
Actually, many of the ones I saw were too weird for me. (Too weird even for me? That's saying a lot.)
Did you see the PayPal one?! Yikes! Or Puppy-Monkey-Baby. My hubs response was "WT(fill in the blank) was that??!! I had no clue. So I couldn't give him an answer.
Thoughts on the halftime show... Again, no cursing or tomato throwing please. These are my opinions.
Coldplay? Isn't he Mr. Gweneth Paltrow? Sorry, I wasn't feelin' it.
Bruno Mars? Loved him! He's got the "old-timey" funk sound and moves down! Fantastic!
Beyonce? I do believe she has a wee one who will look up to her as a role model. She might want to put some pants on.
Lady Gaga did a beautiful job on our national anthem, The Star-Spangled Banner.
Loved those shoes of hers, too.
Anyway, I know some of you who read this blog also has an old home. So I wondered if anyone else had an issue like ours?
I spent mine moving furniture around yet again. Strictly out of boredom, I'm sure of it.
I have an antique, small, petite platform rocker I can't bring myself to let go of. Not sure why either. I've kept it upstairs for almost a year now but felt it needed to come back down and put... somewhere. I think it's safe to say I need an "old furniture intervention."
It's just so sweet and I love the fabric on it. The problem is, it's not practical seating at all. That statement coming from a woman who has practically no practical seating in her home. ((giggle))
Truth be told that old, red glider on the left is THE most comfortable seat in the house. Between that glider and the wood stove, it will put you in a cozy, trance-like state during the winter months.
Poor Stella. She is desperately hoping her cast iron look alike will throw her little, rubber, green ball. Sorry, Stella. It's not gonna happen.
Have I mentioned how much I love this sweet, little girl??!! Look at that precious face!