![]() The more I picked away at the chipping paint, the more I began to fall in love with it. Suddenly, my plans to just clean it up and paint it to match the ceiling are being called into question. Mostly pastel, and definitely not my style, but it was kinda beautiful! But as I continued to pick away at it, other colors were revealed… Blues, greens, orange-red, and metallic gold. What I didn’t expect was to find the original finish under it, which at first didn’t seem very special, It was mostly a golden yellow. The paint was loose in several areas and easily came off with little effort. ![]() After getting it down to the basement and set up on a table for a closer look, I made a discovery. We had other things going on so we arranged to come back the following week for them.īut before we can do any of that, I need to get it ready. He had the same reaction, “It’s perfect!”. More to come.” As soon as I filled him in when I got home, he wanted to see it so we made dinner plans nearby so that we could stop back by the shop for him to see it (and so I could get a couple of pictures). Not exactly a bargain, but for achieving my goal of having a historically accurate and perfectly scaled 130+ year old medallion in our parlor I could not be happier.Īs I was leaving the store, I texted Y “I may have some exciting news about a ceiling medallion. The price for the big one turned out to be a very fair $250. OK, well, I did care how much it cost, so I followed him back upstairs to get the pricing of the big one, as well as another mid-sized oval one (just in case the one I wanted was like a million dollars or something). At this point, I didn’t care how much it was going to cost, I had to have that medallion. It felt like a miracle had just occurred! The perfect medallion was right here, right under my feet (literally). It was huge! It was glorious! Angels began singing from on high! It was perfect for our house! WOW! This is what I had been hunting for all along and hadn’t been able to find. They were mostly moderately sized, but there on the middle shelf was a delightfully huge oval one and I was immediately filled with glee. In the back of the basement on several shelves, Scott showed me a dozen or so antique plaster medallions he himself had removed from old houses slated for demolition 20+ years ago. I climbed down the narrow basement stairs and found myself in a wonderland of antique things everywhere. “I think we have a few downstairs in the basement if you would like to take a look.” To which I replied, YES! She led me over to the basement door, called down to Scott, who was working down there and asked him to show them to me. I then asked if she knew of anybody locally that produced new historically correct plaster medallions. I was chatting with Stacy about the chandelier when I expressed my challenges with finding a good medallion. If we were to hang it, it would be less than six feet off of the floor which is fine for a dining room, but not so much for our parlor. After measuring several times in all directions, it turns out our parlor room ceiling is about four inches too low. ![]() The following Friday, I went back to the shop because I wanted a second look at the chandelier.
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