If anyone was afraid of wallpaper my house would have given them nightmares.

One of the reasons I bought my house was because it was untouched. That was both a good and bad thing.  As a fan of the 50s and 60s  there was plenty to like about my house.  Original kitchen, Bathrooms, and the all important bar in the basement.  I think the originality gives it some quirks and unique qualities. Unfortunately that also meant that wall paper was everywhere…

I really mean everywhere…

The Walls…

The doors…

The light switch plates….

and the Ceiling!?!

I’ve become a pro at stripping flower print and other 50s wall paper.

The removal trick for me was fabric softener, a pump garden sprayer, and a wide putty knife.

The big surprise was that underneath all of the wall paper in the house, none of the walls had ever been painted.

At this point I’ve removed all the traces of wall paper in the house. My hall door still stands as a reminder of wall paper hell, soon to be replaced by a more interesting salvaged door.