Showing posts with label Staircase. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Staircase. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Monday, September 30, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Weekend
I am sitting in bed with my computer on my lap. It is pitch dark outside and the wind is howling. I should really be up, preparing for the day and unpacking more boxes. I also have two large cats (half on top of me) affixing me to my spot. Every time I move the claws come out ever so slightly as a subtle warning. So, since I can't budge for the forseeable future, I leave you with gorgeousness to start your weekend...
PS: Does anyone know the source of the images? Found via Pinterest
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
Krowiarki Palace
Aren't these the most extraordinary images? All of Krowiarki Palace. Unfortunately, with very little information available. Here is a rare glimpse inside what was once one of Poland's grandest palaces. Spared destruction in World War II and shuttered for more than 40 years, it is supposedly being restored to its former glory. I do hope so, or at least preserved to some degree anyway...
Those windows...
Those windows...
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Our House at the end of our Street (V)
The entrance hall has seen it all. Funny stories abound about the house from all and sundry who have had the fortune (or misfortune) to make its acquaintance. One such story involved a tenant who, obviously in need of some quick cash, hooked up a hose pipe to the washing machines in the basement, fed the pipe through the window, and started his own make-shift car-wash on the corner. Nice! I am sure the previous owner was thrilled to receive the water bill. Indeed, when I first pressed my nose up against the glass panels of the front door, the first thing that struck me were the mirrors, followed, very quickly, by a shock of outlandish wallpaper. Trés bordello-chic. I had two choices. Get rid of the wallpaper. Or consider an alternative career as a Madame. Did Oscar Wilde not once proclaim, "Either that wall paper goes, or I do?" So all that remains today is one square meter, in homage to the original owner, a wallpaper merchant...
Note the hideous '70's closet built under the staircase.
The careful removal of the wallpaper, revealing that the plaster beneath was surprising in tact. Also, note the maroon carpet on the treads...
Post closet-removal, revealing another layer of wallpaper. Luckily the mosaic floor was more or less pristine after the demolition.
Removing the maroon carpet was a massive task. Especially getting all the giant nails up, removing the paint and goo, and then hand-sanding each tread and riser.
Pretty afternoon light reflection from the leaded glass fanlight above the front door...
The finished project (is it ever quite finished, though?)
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