A Pattern of Words

Just another E moment of making goofy faces in the mirror when coming down the stairs.

These stairs were flaking lead paint everywhere when we bought the house three years ago and I was full of good intentions to strip and sand and stain, but then got discouraged at how much work it required and didn’t really know what I wanted them to look like anyway. The risers are sploshy from being stained at one point in the house’s 100+ years of history and can never truly match the treads. I liked the idea of staining them dark, but not everyone agreed with me. All the trim and banisters still need to be stripped (or maybe replaced, in the case of the not-original banisters?), but now I have visions of putting down a carpet runner. Who knows. In the meantime, I’ve learned to just not look at this stairwell too closely.