Tri-fold Triumph

My tri-fold doors have been FINALLY transformed.

These babies were giving me fits for the past several months.

I've been having a love-hate relationship with them.

Lately, it's been a more hate than love-fest over here.

I didn't know what I wanted to do with them.

Repaint them?

Move them to a different room?

Store them?
Sell them?

They seemed to be sucking the air out of this small room for some reason.
Having a small living room with limited space is very challenging,
which is typical in old farmhouses.
All of a sudden these 8 foot monsters seemed to be looming over me
and taking up precious space in here.

But I thought I'd give them one more chance in this shabby old house.

Remember how what they looked like when I brought these home from the antique market

a few years ago?

Very French cottage.

Needless to say, the fabric panels were immediately tossed.

The doors were then painted a clean, creamy white

and I stapled chicken wire onto the back.

Much better. 

Until I got tired of looking at the chicken wire.

So I draped a vintage throw over it hoping to cover a bit of it up.

That worked....for a while.

Until I got tired of that, too.
So I draped more fabric over them.

Then I got REALLY sick of them.
I was ready to pitch them out the front door.

Well, after purchasing some vintage-looking wallpaper ~

(intending to paper a wall somewhere in this old farmhouse),

and after seeing that roll of wallpaper taunt me from the basket it was plunked in for months on end,

I decided to call its bluff and try something that had been rolling around in my head.

I asked my husband to cut three pieces of wood from our stash in the barn,

and I wallpapered them.

I happily wish-washed those wallpaper pieces in water and stroked them onto the wood.
I was doing the happy dance.

A day later.....they peeled off like a wet band-aid.

I stopped dancing and started frowning.

Agh.

After a couple of days of frustrated frowns, I had an "aha" moment.

I pulled out my Mod Podge and glued the wallpaper back onto the wood.

Another day later.....it was good to go.

I started dancing again.

Leaping on top of the little planked table like the gymnast I am not,

 wielding my little hammer and a couple of brads,

I tapped those wood panels into place.

After securing them with the brads,

I gracefully pirouetted from the table,

stood back....

and sighed.

I finally loved them again.

They finally felt like they were part of the room instead of overtaking the room.

Why I didn't think of this before....I have no clue.

Before.................................and.................................After

But then.....

THEN!

I had ANOTHER magical "aha" moment.
(It's really nice when those moments outnumber the senior ones.)

I had been wondering which wall in this old house was going to be graced with these beautiful vintage rose prints.

Yep.
You know where I'm going with this, don't you?
:)
I knew the perfect place.

LOVE!
♥

It almost gives the room the cozy, creative feel of an art studio.

Or maybe resembles a vintage tapestry if you squint your eyes and use a little imagination.

Once again,
layering is the secret.
It adds color, depth, and interest to that bland little corner.

And of course, a shabby chic girl can never have too many roses in the house.


I'm still sighing...
and dancing.

There's a definite love-fest going on here at Heaven's Walk now.

~  Blessings  ~

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