Sunday, September 18, 2011

Let's start at the very beginning...

.... a very good place to start.


It's really this bad

Here is the warts-and-all photo of the room I'm going to change.  It was hubby's computer room/storage/glory hole and then it became my bargain dumping ground.  It holds all the Star Wars collectibles and the spare bed and the books-without-a-bookcase.  It's a sad and sorry sight.


What I want it to look like is this




This splendid confection is Mark Twain's study.  I know!  He made some serious money!


Of course, I can't have this.  My room is small and my pockets are smaller.  But I'm hoping to gradually collect the elements I want and put them together.  For nothing, or almost nothing.   So that means lucky finds and make-do, serendipity and happenstance, hence this blog.


Now, some of the stuff I already have.  I was originally going to make a medieval bedroom (stop giggling at the back, there!) and I had collected some goodies towards that.  Then, hubby confessed he'd always wanted a sleigh bed and that won't fit medieval.  The bedroom will have to be Empire, with toile and blue-and-white and, probably shabby chic painted stuff, which is all fine.  The stored medieval objects (you are saying that with a French accent, right?) will translate very nicely to the study, thanks to Pugin,  William Morris and the PRB.  The Victorian version of the Middle Ages looks more comfortable, anyway.







Wednesday, September 7, 2011

It's been a long knight

So, we were given this statue of a knight by one of hubby's many baby sisters.






 It's a good knight, and an appropriate gift as hubby and I are both role-playing, medieval-loving geeks. (We can name most of the armour without having to Google it, while quoting Monty Python and the Holy Grail . That's not showing off. That's putting our irredeemable geekiness into context.) I was fine with the colour of the knight. Armour that was armour coloured is always fine and the red cloak, really nice. What I wasn't wild about was the shield. Should I repaint it to the colours of St George? (Being English and all). Should I paint it in the arms of the City of London?


I couldn't decide. So the Knight of Many Colours was left in his box. 
For years...


And then, see, I bought some fancy matt black spray paint. You can see where this is going, right? I like Victorian Black Basalt ware, which is a vitreous stoneware with a matt black finish.(If you want to see some images, the V&A has a rather swell teapot.)  Basalt Ware is one of the many wonderful things made by Josiah Wedgwood . Obviously, I can't afford a knight made by Josiah Wedgwood,  and it would go against my thrifty gene to do so even if I had the dosh. (After all, this whole blog is to show how a pauper with greedy dreams made a pavilion of splendour on spare change and ingenuity.) So, instead I spray-painted the Knight of Many Colours. and now he looks like this...


None shall pass


More gravitas. More nobility. And, somehow, it's easier to see the details now that the colours are gone.


Now, all I have to do is resist the temptation to spray-paint everything. I've already sprayed a pair of shoes...