Is that not the most beautiful little operator rod knob you've ever seen?! (Okay, so maybe it's the only little operator rod knob you've ever seen...) Solid brass. Gorgeous. Kudos to Mrs. Kelly for picking it out. She could have chosen something that looks kind of like a modern-day binder clip, which was much more common then, but she chose something beautiful instead. Bless her heart. Now, standby for rant in three...two...one...RANT. Who in their right freaking mind paints over something like this?! Someone looked at this beautiful workmanship and thought, "I believe I'll paint over it with lead paint that's nearly impossible to remove." Then some other idiot came along after them and said, "I think I'll further obliterate the detail on that little knob by doing a really crappy job of painting." And after that, some color-blind fool painted it turquoise, so you almost can't blame whoever put the final coat of paint on it. Seriously?!?! Who does something like that?! Oh yeah, sucky previous owners, that's who. (And the worst part is, the first coat of paint at least was probably put on there by Mrs. Kelly's son Aub, who turned the house into two apartments and owned it until 1951.) As my friend Michelle says, "Jeez Louise!"
But it's all better now. There are six more knobs just like this on the other transom windows, and I'll strip the paint off them, too, as I go along.
Oh, and I have one more photo. This one's for Karen Anne:
Thirteen double rolls of paper. It's mocking me. I distinctly heard it say, "The dining room's already kicking your hiney and you haven't even started papering!" Then it laughed. Or maybe I just hallucinated that after inhaling Goo Gone fumes for three hours.