Then I found a groovy seventies floral print.
This wonderful old print was in the spare room which will become the dressing room. I wish it was intact because I might have kept this one.This eighties mauve and colonial blue border print was the most recent and the last (top) layer.
Here you can see how I had to chip away inch by inch through all the layers which required multiple soakings. The lovely pink paint splintered into millions of tiny chips which I had to wash down off the walls. I still need to sand to get rid of them all before the walls are ready to paint.
Three days and a bottle of Advil later. Voila! Beautiful plaster walls which look pretty good as is to me but I don't think my husband would appreciate this look. He doesn't get that shabby thing that I like.
As a side note, look at these vicious looking icicles we have hanging off of our roof right now. I feel like I am living in an ice palace.
More to come later....