Paint as a Commitment
You have lived here six short months
and the old house with walls freshly
has begun to feel like home,
pictures and candles in their place,
your old carpets adding softness,
a place to eat and entertain,
you spent the day moving,
taking down each book and
carefullying snaking the shelves
through other rooms,
rolling up the rugs,
straining to move tables,
sofas, and desks,
piling them up warehouse-like,
a catalog of life,
each item not a thing, but a story,
emptying the rooms,
preparing to paint.
And now the room is empty,
waiting for your hand to begin,
to carefully patch each plaster crack,
smoothing the surface, cleaning
the dirt of another time and person,
preparing for a color,
not the sterile white that has been your choice
for far too long,
but a gold, the color of warmth, soft
and inviting, a color that reflects
your new life, where paint is more than paint,
but a commitment.
Yes dear readers, I am beginning to paint my old (but new to me) Vermont home. Living room/dining room/library first. That's what the picture is of, sans all the things that lived there until yesterday.
Below is what it looked like until then. We'll see how it turns out!