The upstairs in general was a little gloomy, but the master bedroom looked like a haunted dollhouse where they used to lock up little kids.
The dark floral wallpaper and small windows were bad, but the ceilings and miniature doorway were the major problem. I'm 5'2" and I still felt like I had to duck when I walked in there. Percy could literally touch the ceiling with his head. It was creep-town, and something had to be done. (ps. i realize these pictures make it seem almost charming. But still, hope you're getting that haunted dollhouse because TRUST ME it was in there.)
We did the only thing we could do, aside from lowering the floors, and knocked into the ceiling. Best decision ever. Well, for me especially. Percy was buried in blown-in insulation for a few hours which didn't look very fun, but it was undoubtedly worth it. There were still a few days of moving stuff around, re-insulating, rocking, and mudding ahead, but it was an instant relief to have that ceiling bumped up.
Plus, once we started ripping the wallpaper down, there were layers of past wallpaper underneath. We've got some plaster plans in the works for the walls, but definitely plan on keeping some glimpses or even walls of the old floral prints.
Check out our snowstorm of insulation and vintage wallpaper works of art below.





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