I painted the floor of my oldest’s nursery almost nineteen years ago. It was white with a Wedgwoody blue border. I have longed to paint another floor since and have measured and sketched meanders and hexagons, but have not again taken brush to wood.
The first thing I did to my current house was rescue her from the troubling orange cast of the light stain of her floors. (Who thinks that color is a good idea? It should be illegal.) Having invested a good little bit in the no-red-not-too-black-just-rich-brown shade that runs throughout, I can’t come to terms with painting over it.
But, oh, that blue in Christopher Spitzmiller’s country house! Bold, yet grounding (no pun intended – okay, maybe a bit) this floor made my pulse jump and fingers itch for a brush the second I saw it. This is one of those great rooms that if someone were to describe it to you – “Under the eave, snappy red and white chrysanthemum wallpaper, painted furniture, bright blue floor.” – might make you say, “Hmmm.” And yet, on sight, it’s perfection.
I still can’t cover my floors; there were too dear. But my porch floor, she who was cracking and peeling not one but three layers of paint, was recently stripped. The poor darling, I had planned on leaving her bare, to recover and breathe a little bit. I’m not going to break it to her yet, but I have a colorful future planned.
Image, Christopher Spitzmiller’s farmhouse in Architectural Digest, July 2015. Photography William Waldron; produced by Anita Sarsidi. Spitzmiller’s spool bed once belonged to Albert Hadley. If you can find one with similar pedigree, I say, do. But I run across these beds pretty regularly and they do look awfully swell painted.
This seems the perfect image to kick off the holiday weekend! Enjoy!