This was a farmhouse in Oakland. The front room was kind of beaten down, and the woman living there wanted to shake things up a bit. The game plan I go by is to use whatever is handy, usually. The rug had to go, revealing what appeared to be four deep holes where I'll assume Farmer Jones had his bedposts dig into the softer floor, also where someone left a constellation of nails chasing down a squeaky floorboard. The walls were repaired and painted, the broken windows replaced, the wood trim and floors puttied and stained. Also repaired and painted an abandoned low bookshelf, then stacked it with others around the house for a wall of storage. All in all, a cheerful room.