Start the cutting in for the paint color. Repeat the entire climb, paint, climb, move process, again and again until we have an entirely painted room. Except for that mirrored wall over the fire place. The plan was to replace the molding around the wall of mirror tiles. Sunday, Dear Husband is home and he is spotting for me as I climb the scaffold with the pry bar. Glory hallelujah, while easing the old molding away from the ceiling, one of the mirror tiles pops off the wall. Those nasty things were only up there with double sided sticky tape. If I had know that, I'd have had them down years ago. Each one popped right off and got packed into a box to be sent off to the recycle or dump, whatever, as long as it left my house. Under the mirror tiles, - real paper wallpaper. Wait a moment while the memory files cycle. A wet sponge, bring me a wet sponge and the wide scraper. And with careful and frequent applications of both, working as a team, we returned that wall to it's original state. Clean, flat, smooth. Now, there are possibilities, things to check out, there is that big plate glass mirror in storage, or that big print and the question of whether to permanently remove or replace the electric candle sconces. But that can wait for later. Wait a day for all that sponging to dry, cut in, prime, cut in and a final coat of paint. Unity at last. Imagine the room giving a comfortable sigh.


Now starts the saga of the Rose Damask Couch itself.