Here’s the carrot:
You’re looking at one upper corner of my sewing room closet shortly before it underwent a transformation. I hired a master plasterer to repair the ceiling and upper walls, which have been in this sorry condition for — well, let’s just say it’s been a while.
After living in our 1913 Craftsman house for 40 years, I had completely filled this 3½ x 7½-foot closet. It was, in my sister Diane’s words, “crammed to the gunnels.” Stacks of fabric on three upper shelves. Storage carts, plastic bins, and a garage sale dresser along the lower walls . . . you get the picture.
After emptying the contents of the closet into the spare bedroom (which I laughingly call “the Annex” because it has evolved into a second sewing room), I proceeded to peel off the ugly plaid wallpaper on the lower walls:
On this wall you can see how the previous owner used leftover strips of wallpaper to finish papering the wall:
The plaid strips didn’t match, of course. This would have driven me crazy had I not blocked the offending view with the contents of the closet.
Fortunately, master plasterer Steve and his assistant Corey were willing to tackle the lower walls along with the upper walls and ceiling. It took the better part of a day for them to work their magic:
I decided to paint the closet myself to save money — having the lower walls replastered added considerably to the cost — and also time. Most house painters are booked out weeks ahead and I was oh, so anxious to get everything back into the closet. I promised myself I wouldn’t sew a stitch until the painting was done. Ah yes, the carrot and the stick. It was time to get to work.
Here’s one side of the closet primed and ready for another coat of paint:
It took me two days to prep and prime the closet. Getting thorough coverage was a challenge as the plaster absorbed paint like a sponge. But I prevailed, and I must say: it’s already looking pretty good!
Here it is all done with the two short shelves back in place:
Now when you open the door to the closet, here’s a glimpse at what you see:
If you’re looking for me today, you’ll find me at my sewing machine. I think I’ve earned it, don’t you?