The nursery, lest you jump to the wrong conclusion, is for granddaughter Erin. Child psychologists, if asked, would probably say that a young lady's development is enhanced if, when at Gram's House, she can stare up at a ceiling framed with crown molding.
I spent my formative years looking at plain right-angles where the ceiling and walls met. We don't want little Erin to suffer my fate.
So, I am installing crown molding in the nursery. For Erin.
My own namesake Stephen, in case you don't already know, was Christianity's very first martyr. So you can begin to imagine how I felt as I gathered my carpentry tools and trudged upstairs to begin work.
Erin, when you get a little older, please check out the nursery at Gram's house. The crown molding around the top is for you!
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| Here is where the persecution began... |
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| This is what would have happened if the crown molding turned out to be ugly... |
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