so, i’m the dad following the mom from vermont by a week to help megan painting rooms inside her house. hot, humid, thunderstorms, and megan dying of heat under pierre’s kleig lights as she applies a third coat of some behr color to her upstairs bedroom. my first visit, so i’m witnessing the blank canvas stage of make-over as all the old stuff has, in fact, been stripped, sanded, torn up, taped over, primed, brushed, vacuumed and swept to the curb and disposed of by those magnificent albany trash men. out with the old….
the blank canvas: newly varnished hardwood and softwood floors. wonderfully off-white walls and woodwork. bare closets and bookshelves and kitchen cabinets. rewired first-floor outlets. newly painted celing fans. no furniture. no clutter. the clean spare house canvas every homeowner dreams of, but that only happens just this once, after which all megan’s photos will simply be “after” photos complete with furniture, utensils, books, style, taste, and personality–the personal clutter that we call home.