Things are looking up around here! Way up. Here’s the roof update—forgive the random pictures all taken at different times in various amounts of sunshine. You don’t come here for my photography skills, do you?
Last weekend, my friend Nichole and I braved the heat and near dehydration to scour the Flea Market. Actually, we were just thirsty and we ran-through the place in record time because it was 95 degrees and we are decisive souls, aware of what we can and cannot live without. There wasn’t a single thing we couldn’t live without. But there were plenty of things that grabbed our attention.
In addition to my love of things on wheels and anything industrial, I seem to like things with numbers and stencils. When I saw this desk it reminded me of something Layla from The Lettered Cottage might like—that’s a total guess. Her blog is great and if you need inspiration click now or forever hold your peace.
And then there were lockers. Lockers everywhere. And, of course, I like them and can think of a thousand uses for them. The basement, laundry room, a retro kitchen pantry, art supplies in a studio space—all would be nice places to house a row of lockers. I say place your lockers right in the middle of pretty things—brave juxtaposition is attractive. It’s sort of like clothing. The key to looking good is acting like you do. If you act like you match, sometimes you do even when common sense tells you not to leave the house dressed like that. People will either think you’re stylishly one-of-a-kind or out of your mind. About those lockers…
The October Flea Market is the biggest and best of the year. Don’t miss it. Fourth Saturday. Nichole and I will be there.
Updates/pics on Bradford coming tomorrow! The best green roof I’ve ever seen sits atop my house.
Hardwoods should floor you. I have been told.
This is a healthy challenge to planning and designing the interior of Bradford Avenue. My challenge is to balance classic wood flooring and with the character that reclaimed flooring brings to the space. In an I-wish-money-grew-on-trees moment—trees that could be turned into hardwood floors—I threatened to throw some linoleum in the kitchen and call it a day. Nobody believed my empty threats Even the framers know what I am and am not capable of.
Still, I think about painting the upstairs floor…
This room is a perfect merging of styles. Sharp clean modern lines run smack-dab into Victorian frames and prissy table legs. Smart design. Smart styling. You can’t put your thumb on all that’s happening in this room—which makes it a great room.
Let me say, I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw this on Paisley Wallpaper. Click the link—she’ll walk you through the whole process. I love her style.
These diagonal stain-striped floors are smart + interesting. One would expect such of Mark Cutler.
Maybe we’ll work something diagonal into Bradford… We’ve been thinking about it. We’ll see.
I like a challenge. A lot. Brad asked me to find some vintage/industrial windows (think factory windows). I am no longer phased by these weekly do-you-think-we-can-find-the-most-random-object-on-the-planet requests. Nothing seems far-fetched or crazy to me any more. I had a feeling I knew where Brad was going with this and thought if I could somehow find what I could see in my mind we would be golden. Absolutely golden. Sure I can find old factory windows. Is this what you’re looking for?
Let me just tell you that said windows are not the easiest to find. And they are not the easiest to carry out of a place. They are made of steel. And leaded glass. You can’t carry them out by yourself—two are better than one. It’s just true.
The windows are in my posession. Techincally they are sitting in a welding shop. I cannot wait to see the before and after on these—of course, I will show you as soon as we get them from the welder.
My windows once lived here.
P.S. I did not steal. The windows were given to me. They were a gift. And I am forever grateful.
Now, I might have trespassed for two seconds. As for other sins, I probably fell victim to lust when I saw this floor sample at Woodstock. Probably.
Thank you, Brent, for the windows. We’ll make you proud. Just wait and see how this turns out.
Every week I get some sort of assignment. Two weeks ago it was to find some old vintage/retro nuts & bolts, six to eight inches in length. Done. Last week it was to call Woodstock and start thinking about wood floors. Done.
Get this. When I called Woodstock I discovered that Brent (from Woodstock) used to live on Bradford Avenue. What are the odds? He asked for a few pictures of floors I like. How about these?
After meeting Brent, I’d describe him as a fearless purist. He doesn’t bat an eye at the idea of going against the grain, especially when it comes to flooring. We like fearless. We like purists. We like being so sure that we don’t bat an eye.
I’m off to the Woodstock office to meet with Brent and see the wood/floors for myself. We could easily go over budget on flooring. Brad totally dropped the budget hammer. He has to do that now and then. We don’t like being over budget.
I’ll let you know how this turns out. And I’ll take pictures at Woodstock.
I grabbed the October issue of Country Living while I was at the airport last weekend. Of course, I regretted this. It is no fun to look at a magazine and that makes you want to talk ideas and say things like: Would you look at this? I love it. How smart is that? when you are siting across the aisle from strangers. So I did not say any of those things. I made a list of ideas and slapped Post-It notes on nearly every page.
Here’s one of three of the great spaces featured. Maybe this place taps into my love of sharpened pencils and school supplies—or maybe it just deserves an A+. My favorite things: the front doors, chalkboard, pommel horse (seriously. this is brilliant. they are just showing off now….), sliding door, uhm everything you see. I like everything you see.
Take a look.
Let’s give credit where credit is due. Joshua Lyon does a fantastic job telling the story. Roland Bello’s photography captures every perfect thing about the place and Christina Lane’s styling—well, I aspire to it. Grab a copy of the magazine. Read the story. And see the rest of the pictures. There’s much more in the mag.
Happy day, y’all.
Raising the roof = smart decision. We did this house (and all the tall people who walk upstairs) a huge favor. Just look at the difference, inside and out. It’s in progress. But aren’t we all in progress?
I cannot believe what changing the pitch of this roof did for the upstairs. Come on in, ceiling height. Glad to have you. Here’s a series of pictures from what we started with to where we are this morning.
P.S. Somebody stopped and asked to buy my house last week. Walked right into my yard and asked, “How much for the house.” Not enough, mister. Not enough. Wait—if the price is right….
We had a good conversation about loving houses back to life and he told me he and his wife could love this house back to life. I went all Rolling Stones on him and said, “You can’t always get what you want.” Love on another house, buddy. This house is in a committed relationship—what do you think all this debris and destruction in my yard is? L-O-V-E. And, love hurts. AND… this house picked us so back off my corner lot.
Actually, we talked for a while. I kindly directed him to Allen Perry, a great real estate agent who could easily find a home for he and his wife to love back to life. (I can see Allen’s front door from my front door. It’s easy to direct people to Allen.) Meanwhile, this nice gentleman knew that he and his wife could do great things for my house. I’m not selling. Talk to Allen.
But he went on. About love. And renovation. And my house. And I went on about the fact that he should call Allen. If I only had Allen’s card.
I am in a state of shock. Roof demo is not for wimps. I’ve tried to capture it but you’ll have to forgive my lousy photography. We can’t all be good at everything, can we?
Please, would you look at the back of this house? It looks like Hurricane Hugo chased El Niño through the back yard. Twice. Confession: I was a little shocked by the severity of roof demo. I’ve never seen this before—not on purpose anyway. It’s just one of those things you stand back, stare at, and say to yourself, “Huh.” This is what he meant by roof demo.” Now I know.
People are freaking out. (Let me clarify. Amy is not freaking out. Brad Skipper is not freaking out.) People driving by this house are fReaKing oUt. My neighbors—God only knows what they really think—are freaking out. My family, who all live out-of-town (except for my sister), will probably start showing up around here.
Every single car slows down or comes to a complete and utter stop when they see the house. Hello, double-take. Perhaps we come across as outside-of-our-minds, sitting on the front porch as if there’s nothing abnormal about the fact that half the house is scattered across the backyard in the wake of Hugo/Niño. (Brad is Hugo. The framers are Niño. In case you are wondering.)
I’m sure people think we are crazy, or specifically, that I am crazy. I prefer brave but whatever. Think what you will. At least one person has gone on record stating his position on my mental health. Yesterday, a guy from the neighborhood walked by and yelled from across the street, “Girl, you done gone and bumped your head.” Pretty funny, mister… pretty funny. Actually, it was really funny. Perfect delivery, mister. Perfect delivery. Couldn’t help but laugh with him.
Give us a few days. You won’t think we’re crazy.
On a side-note:
Long ago when we started talking plans for this house, Brad asked what I thought about white siding. I hadn’t thought much about exterior paint yet but once I did I quickly agreed. Yes! This house should be white. A classic white house is exactly what this corner lot calls for. Absolutely. It’s totally supposed to be a white house.
Today the guys pulled a few layers of siding, can I tell you what they found? Original wooden siding painted white. Of course.
What can I say? I’m not surprised. This house talks and it always gets its way…. Lucky house.
A few weeks ago in Scarlett’s office at Central Woodwork, she and Brad started talking about windows and doors in terms I don’t need to understand with words I don’t know. I don’t worry about things like jambs or muntins. I’m like: Brad, Tap me on the shoulder when this applies to me, okay?
Those were the days….
I have since been educated. Weather-stripping, jambs, lock bores, and such—you know, the stuff we commoners chat about day in and day out. I know just enough to be dangerous and I have an assignment. Why do I feel like the first-grade class helper who gets to dust the erasers?
My task is to find the best approach to the Dutch door. Should it be new and made to look old? Or, should we use something old and making it work like new? By now you know us well enough to know what we’d like to do, don’t you …
We know where to get something brand new. We know where to get something new that looks old. I’m about to let my fingers do the walking— Julia will know what to do.
In the meantime, here are a few doors I found around town. The red door above is from Architectural Elements. I thought it would be an awesome dutch door, just take a saw to it. I have since concluded that it’s too tall for such brutality. I saw the doors below at Preservation Station.
If only I had more doorways….
(P.S. The rest of the roof is coming off today. The whole thing. Pictures tomorrow.)
Since I am in New York (for all of 36 hours) it seems right to mention someone of New York status. I choose Meg Ryan. She is the actress behind some of my favorite onscreen characters. Recently, Elle Decor did quite the photo shoot of her home on Martha’s Vineyard.
Here’s what I like about Meg’s style:
The full article, written by Ingrid Abramovitch and photographed by William Waldron can be found here.
In case you are thinking my being in New York is somehow glamorous, let me tell you that I am in a Holiday Inn Express in Syracuse that is not an entirely smoke-free facility. I’d love to be in NYC with the Wyatts, Leigh Anna, and NYC Courtney. Instead, I will appreciate that I am in Jim Boeheim’s neck of the woods since I always route for the Orange in the Big East/NCAA tournaments.