I swear whatever you want to do to your house–there is a post for it on the interwebs.
Fueled by Sicilian wine, Sam Cooke, and unreasonable intolerance for my period-inappropriate, crown molding, my Friday evening looks thus:
My house was built in 1923, perhaps updated in 1960, is less than 800 sq. ft, and has 8-ft ceilings. Crown molding on the ceiling makes this house feel shorter and smaller, and I just can’t stand it. This is what I am working toward–a smooth ceiling-wall junction–but of course, my visuals will be marred by popcorn ceiling, which will have to wait.