May 19, 2010 22:03
Today at work I was so tired that I kept trying to figure out how to afford to do what I want (at least partly) about the doors to cover the shelves I am going to be building in the living room as a supernumerary pantry. What I want to do is have 8 doors with punched copper insets in an oakleaf pattern. (If any of you is into tin punching, we need to talk...) Since that is prohibitively expensive, I am trying to figure out the dimensions to have ten doors, long ones in the middle with the copper inset and two above and two below on each side of the doorway. To aide in my rather fuzzy thinking, I was sketching a couple of different ideas on a napkin and one of my managers saw it. He asked me "What do you want to do with this room?"
Well, that is a question, isn't it? So.
I want it to feel as though you just stepped over the threshold and into the distilled essence of October. Not just any October- the perfect day-before-Halloween October when the sun is warm but there's a bit of a nip in the air and the wind crisps your cheeks to the exact shade of the apples suspended pendulant in the orchard.
I want you to almost feel the dry dead leaves crunching underfoot and giving up their dusty perfume, almost smell a ghost of someone baking something spicy, rich and sweet. I want a whisper of bonfire smoke to curl about you and the certainty that in some straw-stubbled field, the pumpkins are preening to celebrate the Oak King's death and another year's end and that the attendant trees are all aflame and engoldened before they must don their mourning garb again.
That is what I want to do with this room.
(It also has to be the place where we eat, watch TV, play on the computer and occasionally dance madly in our underwear. I don't want much, do I?)
house proud- a girl and her hand tools,
ideas