There's a story behind the peacock skirts. Several years ago, my friend Jed bought a bolt of it, and we were designing an elaborate costume robe for him. And then he up and died on me before we made it. So this fabric has been hanging around since then, making me sad when I saw it.
Well, I see no reason for keeping something around that makes me sad . . . and it was pretty. Thus, my skirt. I knew that Mom would try to steal it as soon as she saw it--hence, her skirt. Might as well pick up matching T-shirts while I'm at it. Now the peacock skirts make me happy. Much better..
What I really love is pressed tin ceilings (or, to be specific, pressed copper). Y'know--you only live once, and it's only one room, so why not? I'll tell you why not. $1000+ for one room is just a bit much. So I'm faking it. We bought some thin plywood, some textured wallpaper, and some copper paint, and we're making ceiling panels. It's a bit involved. To start with, wallpaper comes in 20.5" wide rolls. If it were 2 feet wide, the sheets of plywood could have just been cut in half. But instead Bob had to cut 41" squares for me. Then they had to be primed, papered, and the base coat painted on. I've gotten that far. I'm working in my little cottage (to avoid cat paw prints in the paint which would happen if I worked in the barn) so there's a bit of wrestling to find enough space to lean all the panels. And they got wrestled once for the primer, again for the paper, again for the paint. I'm getting sore. Stay tuned.