This was the state of the back bedroom, after the painters patched the peeling paint. I'm not sure why they thought they were obliged to spackle over the peeling wallpaper. I really wish they hadn't, because it was a nightmare to deal with when I was removing the paper.
Here's another shot of the wallpaper, for everyone who said "save the wallpaper" to ponder. It really was in horrible condition.
This house is full of mysteries. Under the wallpaper is a layer of unpainted plaster. Oh, so lovely to the touch.
I'm guessing that whoever painted the trim knew that someone was going to be following right behind them with wallpaper. What else explains the fact that the trim painter wiped their painty brushes on the pristine plaster? (See those horizontal bluey-green lines to the left of the door? Weird, huh?)
Even more of a mystery is why the plasterers only finished the lower 4/5 of the walls. The upper portion stops with the scratch coat. The ceiling is similarly unfinished.
And then there's the one tiny bit of moulding between the bedroom door and the closet door. There was no other moulding in the room, and no evidence that there ever had been.
Here's a close-up of the non-smooth upper walls and ceiling. I smoothed out the walls, and Robb and I have agreed to live with the ceiling for the moment. I actually love the ceiling's unfinished texture. I find the fact that one can still see the plaster-lath strips and the long-gone plasterer's brush marks oddly charming.
Although the rest of the house will be quite colorful, this room will be a cool almost-white. I think it will look soothing with the original trim.
The trim is a mess, but nevermind that. We're going to deal with bigger paint projects before I attack the windows and doors.
I got the walls primed, and then caught a cold and had some kind of weird head-thing going on, so I took a couple of days off. I don't trust myself on ladders, when I'm feeling sick.
Theater co-workers please avert your eyes from my open-toed, open-backed shoes. Every day I've worked in this room has been swelteringly hot, and I cannot bear to wear socks.