You never know what you’ll find…
… when you start working on houses. I’m fascinated by the palimpsests you find when you start peeling back wallpaper and lifting carpets. Old newspapers, (the ads! the house prices!) Old wall paper. More, older wallpaper. Patches of paint and plaster like the three different kinds on this wall alone.
Peel back some wallpaper and find hardboard used instead of plasterboard. Lift some floorboards and uncover pipe-work like the boiler room of the Titanic after the iceberg struck. My house appears to have been inhabited entirely by men with nagging wives and no practical skills.
I like the sense of fellow-feeling one has from uncovering someone else’s work, and I wonder who is going to uncover mine.
This is my latest find: a strange little housey tattoo in the plaster I uncovered when I was stripping wallpaper the other day. It appears to say Guns’n’xxxx
How odd. How interesting.
But most of all, first and last, I love the mottled surface of whitewash on old plaster.
If all the walls looked like that, I’d be woefully tempted to leave them well alone.