For days, I scraped at the grasscloth wallpaper. Thirty year old grasscloth is really nasty. There is no good way to clean it, and it has lots of texture, so it can actually hold massive amounts of dirt. And all that dirt gets everywhere -- in your hair, in your eyes, in your bra -- as you remove it.
It's a little disheartening to spend days stripping wallpaper, only to realize you need to spend many more days cleaning and sanding and repairing the drywall to prepare it for texturing and painting.
We had dozens of these lovely window shades installed throughout the house. Here is one gloriously extended to show its full beauty.
We (I) removed them. But nothing is ever easy, is it? Each blind was occupied by a fat shiny black spider, with webs and nests, and aggressive attitudes. So, first I sprayed them with toxic chemicals, then cleaned them out with a broom. Only then could I start the tedious task of removing them. Afterward, I felt all itchy and weird. After all, what if the spiders had survived and hidden behind a fold, then jumped into my hair or clothing or something?
So, that is some of what I have been up to.
