hardwood floors, painted white. but they'd already be painted white when i moved in because, even though i love the look of them, i'm not actually sure i could bring myself to paint over hardwood. part of me feels like it's wrong. i'd try to paint them but i'd end up feeling like i was somehow stabbing mother nature in the back. sometimes, i forget that inanimate objects don't have feelings.
my imaginary dream house would also be old... though, magically, nothing in it would ever break down.
wanna come snoop through my imaginary dream house's attic? it's basically one huge granny teasure chest.
you can't take books out of its library but you're welcome to come sit here for as long as you like, whenever you like.
you can keep your shoes on in my easy-going, imaginary dream house. it isn't precious about those kinds of things.
you can also come stay in the guesthouse...
or you can just build your own imaginary dream house next to mine.
you didn't think our imaginary dream houses weren't going to have an ocean view did you?
painting hardwood can be a big commitment for sure... but actually, i see the process from a really organic, even historical point of view. in previous generations/centuries, people in rural areas, especially farmhouses, tended to paint their wood floors for utilitarian reasons - it actually protected the wood from the wear and tear of traffic from large family, heavy pieces of furniture, animals, etc. and when the one coat got worn down, another was just slapped over. so it's got country roots (although painted white always reminds me more of a zen monastery - actually i studied with a monk in a huge room with white hardwood) and i like to imagine that the wood is happy that it's being used and walked on and participates in the decor as much as a fabric-covered chair or draped window. :) very nice post!
ReplyDeletewow! thanks so much for this, camille!
ReplyDeleteYour imaginary dream house makes me want to visit. Often.
ReplyDeletegirly, you would always be welcome in my IDH!
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