When Mr. Blandings and I started dating I lived in a small apartment building, on a street of small apartment buildings, that was built between the Wars on the Plaza. I’d told him I needed to hang something and he’d offered to help and asked for my hammer. Fiercely independent I was already struggling with the “help” part when I handed him a high heeled shoe.
So he was not surprised to find me standing on his grandmother’s red and shabby chair in our sitting room silver leafing a vine on the wall. This was well over a year ago and we were having a dinner party and I had the itch to do something, even though this would never be seen by my guests. It is a little bit like my friend’s husband who washes the car before entertaining; it makes him feel like he’s doing something.
The beauty of this little project is that I can do it a vine at a time, as little or as much as I like. Also, unlike reading or writing, I can work on it while the boys are talking to me. Which they are. All the time.
Basically I sketch the vine, trace it with sizing, read for 30 minutes while it sets, put on the leaf then brush off the excess. Easy-peasy.
There are a few spots that could use a little going over. But I like the way the light plays off the silver leaf and how it changes as the light moves across the room throughout the day. And I like that I’m doing it myself.