ROSE PANELS

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 143, 7 September 1927, Page 7

ROSE PANELS

BRIGHTEN DULL NORTH ROOM A room looking south is an easy room to make happy; it sees so much of the sun. flt needs a flash of imagination to make a cheerful room of one facing the north. Yet it has just been done. It was a cold room, gaunt and dour —a gloomy habitation! Square and lofty it loomed, having a deep, dark recess on either side of its window. Here, always, the shadows lurked. Now it is a flowery sunlit room. The Part Wallpaper Plays A wallpaper began the transformation. It has a soft, pale yellow back-

ground like the inside of a banana skin and a border of apparently-grow-ing flowers runs round above the skirting board. In each corner, and at intervals around the walls, spring up “growing” roses. All the flowers have been “planted” where one wished them, for they are of that type sold .as panels, all ready to be applied to the tenderly-neutral background of the wallpaper. Roses, loses, all the way round the room (at discreet intervals) and in the corners sunlight! Still there seemed something lacking, colourful though the scheme. Green trees and 1 , grass were lacking, for one must have grass and trees to complete a garden. And now* they are there! The garden has been brought into the room and held there, prisoned in a mirror. An old-fashioned mirror, high and wide, it was dug from among the dusty debris of a dealer’s lumber-room, stands on the floor against the wall opposite the window, reflecting the dancing branches of an acacia tree, which has lately been a froth of foamwhite flowers. Other trees, too, the mirror brings in, for the garden is full of them. Transformed Into a Place of Dreams Net curtains of orange, with a red light in them; golden rugs, soft against a polished floor; cushions of harmonising and contrasting colours; divan chairs, low and soft with more cushions —the one-time Gloomy Room is a happy place in which to dream when the red sun sinks low" over the garden, the window is wide-flung, and a blackbird sings in the acacia tree.