John fowler always recommended, and i endorse this, that you sould never do anyting to a new place till you have lived in it or six months. In that way you discover things not immediately apparent, but important for interligent redecorating: how the light falls, which rooms are sunlit and at what time, how the layout of the building works or fails to work, and what arrangements of furniture are possible. Yes enyone who has lived on a building site knows how passionately one craves an oasis of order . Colours instead of endless plaster dust, texturesand the illusion, at least, of a proper room. The moment the plaster had dried (and sometimes before, which has led to an unpremeditated ‘old palazzo’ look on the walls downtairs), i rushed in with my paint and my ideas about colour. Shold anyone wonder how far i follow my own precepts, let me say that there is not a square foot of the building, except perhaps for a ceiling or two, that has not its paint-work teased about in some way or other.
It is not that i cannot let well alone, but that i keep trying to make ‘well’ better. I belong to the ‘organic’ school of decorators, who insistthe rooms and colour schemes should be allowed to grow. I find blueprint rooms, where averything has been planned on the drawing-board, unsympathetic, and as uncomfortable and constricting as clothes that are too tight. I find certain colours strongly suggest themselves for particular rooms after a while but the great usefulness of pain allow you to have second and third thoughts even after the colour is on the walls, if the result is not what you want – unlike wallpaper. The thundery blue which i tinted down with ultramarine stainer. On the walls, however, as often happens, the colour which looked so pretty over a small area misbehaved and looked oppressively dark, its matt surface sucking inevery ray of light. Sponging over a paler version of the original colour, lightened with white, was helpful, as was shining-up blue painted woodwork with varnish, but the saving grace of the room proved to be the wide frieze (a pattern bed cover) painted round the room just beneath the ceiling in warm peachycolours. Blue curtains overloaded the colour yet again, so i stepped up the stecil with a second band of colours, a fat red and yellow rope, underlining the first.

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