I can’t help it. I guess its my way of dealing with stress (well, that and a new discovery: bikram yoga). Lord help me when this house is finally finished; I will probably just start over.
I’m still working on the study-o and guest bath, but dear ol’ Mom had another free afternoon and I was more than happy to capitalize on the offer of free labor. We started with the usual solution, graduated to my handheld clothing steamer (which was funny but didn’t work of course), and then as a last resort, rented an actual wallpaper steamer. After peeling and tearing, not only did we discover that the wallpaper had been doubled up in some areas, but the glue after thirty years is still sticking like cement.
Ah well, at least two walls with no wallpaper, as damaged as they are, are still better than the hideousness that exists if I leave it alone. The dining room will come together eventually, but I think my habit of picking at things is here to stay!