Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Demolition Begins on the Staircase
Preparation to replace the ridiculously illegal 24" wide staircase. After interviewing many, many, many stairbuilders and contractors (and getting stood up times), we finally found a guy based on a recommendation from my aunt and uncle. This is one of the few jobs we will be hiring out, mainly because stairbuilding is a craft.
It takes time and practice and mentoring and persistence to master a craft. Sure, we could probably bang out a rudimentary series of things that resemble stairs...but we want this to be one of the showstoppers.
Wallpaper of Yore
One of my favorite things about renovating an old house is uncovering all of the treasures of the past. Old newspapers, a medicine tin, a long-lost mother of pearl button, a check to pay a $7 telephone bill, a cache of hockey trading cards, are all fingerprints left behind. I discovered this wallpaper while demolishing the stairwell and removing some baseboard trim. It is original to the house, and owners were very fond of these colors. Variations of this wallpaper are throughout the house. I hope to incorporate these traditional Victorian colors when we get to the painting stage as my little homage.
New Kitchen Windows- As Easy As 1,2,3!
This side of the house is about three feet from the neighbor's house, so the kitchen was very dark and cave-like. We took out the existing counter weight double hung and will replace it with three glass bock windows. The end effect: a kitchen bathed in light, with privacy!
Rusted, Busted Radiators
We had a cold snap shortly after we purchased the big house. Unfortunately, that cold snap caused three of the five upper floor radiators to burst. This happened awhile ago, and I only think of it now because I got a line on a woman selling three radiators from a home she's renovating, for $10 bucks a fin. This is cheap! The salvage yards sell them for $15 or more per fin.
So we (we meaning wimpy me and my fairly muscular huz) drive to the woman's house, in rush hour traffic, get there twenty minutes late. She's gone. We decide to take the radiators anyway, figuring we'll just leave a check tucked in the mailbox. Then we try to lift the first radiator onto our dolly. These muthas are h-e-a-v-y! Then we have the front steps to manage, andI won't even mention the circus of hefting them into the truck.
To make an already long (and frankly, rather dull) radiator adventure story short: we return home with zero radiators and one messed-up lower back. Ouch!