So I brought it down here to my little Florida condo, a previously white (but dirty) space that was screaming for some character. I envisioned a wainscoted dining room wall, painted a sandy color against the gorgeous blue already in place. Yesterday, I cut my 33' lengths of "wainscoting" which I soaked in a tray of water and then put in place. Nine strips later, it was done. Took about an hour? And it was white.
So things are not always as they appear to be. In this case, my "fake" wainscoting is a good thing. If I'd tried to do real beadboard, there would have been a problem with the bowed walls. Wallpaper and a flexible "plastic" chair rail don't care if there' s bow in the wall. To all appearances, everything looks perfect.
So to what do I apply this metaphor? Cosmetic surgery? False impressions? Fake diplomas? Designer knock-offs?
No, I think it's just about wainscoting. Wainscoting that I am in love with. That's all.
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