Saturday, November 25, 2006
No more squeaky stair...
Our stairs to the second floor are carpeted (for now) and the second one made the most horrid "eee-oooooo, eee-ooooooo" noises such that we had to stretch our legs to step past it at night to avoid waking the child. I managed to slit the carpet neatly along the back of the stair below it, peel it back, and marvel at the gorgeous oak stair that was revealed, once I scraped off some of the 30-year-old foam padding. Eventually we hope to replace the carpet with a spiffy Oriental carpet runner or some such.
I drilled pilot holes from the tread down into the riser near the middle and on each side and screwed in wood screws, which I somehow remembered to put soap on so they went in more manageably. (They are black, so they don't show, and I was too lazy to inset them even more to allow for wood putty). Squeak completely gone, carpeting, alas, replaced for now and risk of waking child removed. Sometimes it's those little things....
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
A great bungalow resource and more
We are hoping to go for a combination of vintage (to replace the '70's kitchen, for instance) and environmentally friendly improvements over time. I feel like such a slacker compared to so many houseblogging folks. This place is really pretty livable for an old house, though it needs some plumbing, electrical, plaster and masonry work but most of that will wait until early next year.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Catching our breath
These are some of my favorite parts of the house:
OK, so it's fake and always was. Actually, it was gas originally, in that now non-OSHA-approved scary unvented way.
The walls have one of those embossed design kind of panels (I am thinking Lincrusta or Anaglypta; need to research more) and a plate rail.
All this has gotten me into reading up on the original Arts & Crafts
movement and how it was a reaction to industrially mass-produced shoddy merchandise
from the Victorian era. And how much that seems like the case today with China leading the world in such things and I spend half my time fixing the badly made toys people keep buying my child.
It all inspires me to create the art and furnishings and so on, if I can get caught up with fixing the kitchen sink drain, and everything else, before I die.