There’s something just a little off in my house like a piece
of a puzzle gone missing. It’s not quite in my line of vision but just over my
shoulder and it’s bugging me.
Over the 12 years I’ve lived in this wonderful house, we’ve
done our share of remodeling; redesigning the kitchen, enlarging the closets in
the master bedroom, putting in a more efficient fireplace, and, most recently,
remodeling two bathrooms. We have one right off the kitchen attached to a guest
room by an L-shaped hallway. This whole area was nicely wallpapered and
cheerful so we didn’t see a reason to change it--until now.
One wall of the hallway is just visible to the kitchen and living
area and I have a quilt hanger there where I’m able to hang a large quilt
appropriate for the season. Guests wouldn’t notice it right away as it’s sort
of tucked back from an open doorway but usually, sometime in their visit, they
realize there’s a wall of scrappy color there and is see them smile.
Last week, our contractor was here demolishing the bathroom
and stripping the wallpaper from all surfaces of the bathroom and hallway. Of
course, all hardware, light switches and my quilt and rack had to come down. We
are left with a talc-colored wall where color should be. I find myself doing a
double-take every time my eye wanders in the direction of that cubby-hole.
Naked. Bland. Sad.
I never realized how the addition of a colorful quilt in
just the right spot could make for a happy and comforting impression on my
psyche. Mine was like a cushion for my kitchen’s granite tile and a reward for
a nicely cooked meal.
The wallpaper I chose is coming next week as is the
paper-hanger. I’ll be sure she puts my quilt rack back up before when she's done!
