I like to surround myself with little treasures. It may not be the best habit, accumulating things, but it does make me happy to look around me and see things I love. I have decided to share some of my favorite things with you through my blog. I hope you enjoy them too!
I am starting with a recent find: an Enid Blyton diary for 1949.
The only writing in it is this cute little inscription, “To Debby, Wishing you a Happy Christmas and lots of luck for 1949 From Brenda”
Remember me, I’m that little blond
haired boy that dipped you braids in the
inkwell. Thanks for the valentine my
little milking maid. Do you like it
down there. In your school are there
any blond haired boys as blond as
You’d never know me
now for I have one of those G.I.
hair cuts. When are you going to fly
back to your nest or come back to Seattle.
Well, so long,
Walter E Denny
And from what I could find, Walter was 10 when he wrote this cheeky little letter.
I really want to know more of the story!
How did a Diary printed in England, find its way to Seattle to end up as a gift to Debby with a letter from Walter tucked in the back. The letter came first, in 1946 and must have been treasured, or perhaps never sent? I may never know, but I plan to continue researching.
As my dad said yesterday, it is difficult to even recall how the bathroom looked before we started re-doing it. Thankfully, I have pictures! So you, my reader, can see where we came from. Things are moving along quickly, but it will still be some time before I am ready for ‘after’ shots. Don’t worry though, I have been snapping iphone shots of the process and will be happy to share many of the progress pictures with you.
This is where we started:
Here you see the almond colored vinyl surround tub with heavy (hideous) oak trim.
And here, you see more oak trim (I love oak, just not like this), the rather too-large-for-this-space cabinet & sink (in oak, of course) and you can get a sense of the ugly wallpaper all over the walls too.
Here is a close-up of the sink area. Notice the heavily textured walls behind the sink. They always made me think of meringues or whipped cream or any recipe that calls for you to whip until you form stiff peaks. This wall was full of stiff peaks, which stubbornly held on to dust, creating a constant look of grime, lovely. You also get a closer view of the wallpaper in this shot: textured vinyl in a beautiful pinky-biege.
Thank goodness that’s over.
I forgot to post this picture of the ‘before’ light fixture, isn’t it gorgeous?!