The one unequivocal statement that can be made about the parlor is that it’s no longer fifty shades of pink.
I mean, it’s completely unfinished. I have a to-do list as long as my arm that needs to be finished before this is a space that any normal person would call habitable, but, hello, I once spent 18 months living in garage eating nothing but cup-o-soups and tater tots cooked on the grill.
I could probably plunk a lawn chair down in the middle of the room as-is and happily spend the next six months just hanging out in here.
But let’s just pretend I’m a normal human being who doesn’t think it’s acceptable to sleep with a drill under her pillow for a minute (ha. haha.) and talk about what still needs to be done in this space…
- Patch holes in hardwood floor, and finish prepping for stain
- Stain/Finish floor
- Repaint walls
- Paint inside of fireplace with flat black high-heat paint (and potentially other parts of the fireplace that shall remain nameless to avoid an uprising)
- Find a light fixture that actually fits in the room
I have to be honest, I’m totally bummed about that last one. I bought this Weathervane chandelier from Pottery Barn two years ago when I was living in that garage, with the intention of putting it in the great room at the Memorial House (talk about things not working out with plans) and I schlepped that thing with me through two moves in under six month just for the shining moment last weekend where I actually got to open the box for the first time. Talk about delayed gratification.
And I love the light fixture every bit as much as I expected, however there’s one little problem… it hangs down about 36″ from the ceiling. I’m lucky in that these are nine foot ceilings and I’m just a few hairs over five feet tall, so as it is I have to jump just to touch the thing, but I may one day invite an actual tall person into my house and that person may want to walk into my parlor without receiving a concussion. So. Shit.
I still have hopes that it may work out in the kitchen, but in the meantime, this room is officially without light.
Once I take care of that minor detail (along with the rest of the finish work) there are a lot of other ideas that have been swimming around in my head (read: pinterest boards) for this space.
Chief among them is the novel idea that I may one day own a couch…
I’ve got a lot to finish in here, and then, I swear, I’m going to take a nap. On my couch. Or, you know, I may spend another eighteen hours with a floor sander finishing off this room instead…