If you have been following this blog you will know that I have been doing my best to preserve the old lime plaster walls and ceilings we still have at the French house .We have to accept that some walls have areas of plaster missing ( the upper staircase) and a decision on how to run with this is yet to be made.
It may be thought that the best way forward would be to uniformly plaster the walls, damaged and sound alike, to present a homogenous surface in each space;
Gill the Perverse is, of course, not going down that route!
As we start to add back or add in old architectural pieces and structural features, and carefully chosen new (but traditional) materials, we see the coherency these are bringing to the project.
Locating these pieces has taken me over a decade of sourcing materials-some blindly intuitive, some obviously authentic, most a mad leap of faith on my part- but now we see that our organic way of restoring is working with the house’s old bones in a good way.
PS the pound shop sequin spattered nets went up as a joke. They are so gratuitously ironic I may have to find them a spot somewhere.
The walls? well, I have studied each one individually to see where we can preserve the original and the truly old that we still have. In the two spaces where, between us and the neighbour, we have a breeze block wall overlaid with hideous paper & no lime plaster to carefully preserve, I consider that I have a free hand in deciding how to treat these areas.Paint and wax is the way forward.
Doing things this way means we will have more than one wall finish in each individual room and that is absolutely fine by me , though Trevor and many of our friends have grave doubts about whether this is the sensible approach.
Trevor is coming around; he almost always does (he recently announced that he thinks he is developing L.O.C (Late Onset Creativity) The fact that he stands back and lets me indulge in my flights of decorative fancy just underlines the fact that he is basically a saint to put up with me.
I was told a while back that I am approaching this project like a decorator; I don’t think that’s quite right; a decorator would be more organised and more assertive.
I think I’m approaching our house as I would a large canvas, organically, with an artist’s palette . Part long, slow and contemplative. Part spontaneous.
I’m not unique, see below.. from chateaudemoissac.fr and aliceasset.com