I really is pretty close to UT orange, funny in a completely non-UT household.
We hand-stained and hand-tung-oiled all that tongue-and-groove pine down at ground level when we built the house 16 years ago, and have never touched it since. I assure you we weren't the ones on ladders installing it after it was stained and oiled! This time, we weren't even the ones painting the high walls.
The interior doors came from a salvage yard in Houston. They may have come from Rice University: they're the right style. We hand-stripped and tung-oiled those, too.
My father's favorite color was orange, which is rather unusual as a matter of taste. It can be quite attractive, though.
Speaking of UT and also of departed, beloved male relatives, my uncle on my mother's side was literally buried in a UT coffin. That's "University of Tennessee," in this case. They had the good taste not to paint it that orange, though it did have a UT logo on the side of an otherwise somber casket.
Grim, my mother loved orange as well although her favorite, favorite color was green. A friend of mine has her orange mid-century modern sofa in his living room. ("Mid century modern" always cracks me up - to me, it's just the furniture I grew up with.)
Of course, I may be biased, as orange is my favorite color, too, and I do love celeste green- reminiscent of shutters on the Mediterranean coast of Italy and France.
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I dunno, Tex. That's awfully close to UT orange. :+)
Gorgeous work. Are there pictures of y'all painting that cathedral ceiling?
I really is pretty close to UT orange, funny in a completely non-UT household.
We hand-stained and hand-tung-oiled all that tongue-and-groove pine down at ground level when we built the house 16 years ago, and have never touched it since. I assure you we weren't the ones on ladders installing it after it was stained and oiled! This time, we weren't even the ones painting the high walls.
I was so focused on the paint I missed the wood - just gorgeous. And very smart to stay off those ladders then and now.
The interior doors came from a salvage yard in Houston. They may have come from Rice University: they're the right style. We hand-stripped and tung-oiled those, too.
My father's favorite color was orange, which is rather unusual as a matter of taste. It can be quite attractive, though.
Speaking of UT and also of departed, beloved male relatives, my uncle on my mother's side was literally buried in a UT coffin. That's "University of Tennessee," in this case. They had the good taste not to paint it that orange, though it did have a UT logo on the side of an otherwise somber casket.
All the wood is gorgeous, Tex.
Grim, my mother loved orange as well although her favorite, favorite color was green. A friend of mine has her orange mid-century modern sofa in his living room. ("Mid century modern" always cracks me up - to me, it's just the furniture I grew up with.)
Of course, I may be biased, as orange is my favorite color, too, and I do love celeste green- reminiscent of shutters on the Mediterranean coast of Italy and France.
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