Archive | March, 2011

You Spin Me Right Round, Baby Right Round…

31 Mar

The kitchen is my new top priority.

I’m working on getting a few important details in place: the island and open shelving. All the things piled on the countertop are shelf-bound. In due time. In due time.

As for the island, I rounded up some cast iron table legs from my uncle’s workshop. He helped me disassemble the work table right there and I’m very excited to see this piece come together. I think the island will likely be 2×6 with just enough room to slide a few stools underneath. For the time being, I placed an old blue table in the middle of the room–a makeshift island.

Meanwhile, I’ve been looking for bar stools. My preference is for a draftsman style. What can I say? I like things that spin. Like a record, baby…

Here’s what I’ve found online.

Industrial Stool from West Elm

Rustic Stool from West Elm

 

The Factory Stool from Sundance Catalog

Coopers Draftsman from Wisteria

Industrial Steel Chair from Wisteria

Industrial Swivel Stool from Wisteria

Smart and Sleek Stool from Wisteria

 

Which is your favorite?

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A Random Idea

30 Mar

Last night I was looking for a bit of inspiration online. I always go to Martha because, well, let’s face it. She is brilliant. I saw this picture on one of her home tours and thought it was pretty clever.

I’d rather keep the front of my refrigerator clean and clutter free these days but if you’re a fan of message boards this is a project for you. You can see the entire house tour here.

Have a lovely day.

 

We’ve got nowhere to go but up.

29 Mar

This is what I bought. This dark paneled master suite with old paneling and linoleum tiled floors. This is the part of the house that scared me. The main floor offered light and openness—breathability at it’s best. The master bedroom and bath felt like a cave and for a long time I could only look at Brad and say, “The upstairs is all you. I have no idea what to do up there.” Uhm, I could touch the ceiling when I stood on the tips of my toes. I am not a tall woman, y’all. Not good. The situation was not good.


The rest of the house, well, the vision for everything else came so easily. I thought once the walls and ceilings were out it would feel better. But even with the walls down and ceiling gone, I still quizzed Brad as to how we were going to make this space feel better.I was not going to be able to “live with” the low ceiling. I knew it. Brad knew it. It was just all wrong and there was no avoiding it. I mean, call me dramatic, but I would catch myself drawing big deep breaths when I was up there. Because I felt trapped.

So, Brad did what any good contractor would do. He told me there was nowhere to go but up. So, I did what any good client would do. I said, “Let’s go up.” And then he tore the place apart. I came home to this one afternoon. Uhm, this is not up. This is down. I confess. A wave of nausea hit me when I saw this. Because, quite frankly, well… I mean, I don’t know… how do you fix this?

Miranda Lambert would tell you that you fix this “nail by nail and board by board.” Miranda would be right. After the taking apart comes the putting back together. And immediately we concluded that taking the roof of would be the smarted decision ever.

One side of the second floor went from this:

To this:

Brad was right. We had nowhere to go but up. I’m glad we did.

 

Thanks for reading. More before and afters coming!

Slip Slidin’ Away

28 Mar

I love Paul Simon. However, he had nothing to do with this.

I stumbled upon this door at Preservation Station—love at first sight. Preservation Station is a gold mine for any one who appreciates old windows, doors, and fixtures. There was so much to love about this door—mostly the glass pane got me and the letter slot. It’s off center and rusty, perfectly imperfect.

As you might imagine, when the Good Contractor saw the door he thought it belonged in the Bradford house. Agreed, but where? I am not sure how or who came to the idea of using it on a barn door system but I’m glad we did. I snatched the hardware online at Barn Door Hardware. Thank you Caleb + Brad for making this work.

It works nicely. Did I mention that it slides perfectly? It’s smooth—sort of like Paul Simon’s song Slip Slidin’ Away. Wait, Paul Simon does have something to do with this post. The door compliments the house in all the right ways.

 

Another view

Slide to the left. Slide to the right.

24 Mar

Just call me DJ Casper. I look at these photos and suddenly I’m singing, Everybody clap your hands. Why, you ask? Caleb and Adam are installing a barn door system in my hallway.  Sliding door, slide to the left, Cha Cha Slideit’s all connected in the web that is my mind.

Here are a few fabulous uses of the barn door system to which I say: Well done. Very well done.

Via Remodelista

a.maz.ing.

Via Pinterest

Via Southern Living

Lovely, aren’t they? The green one… I think the green door is my favorite.

Before//After: Fireplace

21 Mar

Officially, I’m back. And, I’m back with pictures.

Do you remember this? This is the view of the fireplace as it was when I bought the place. Here’s the thing: there was a day when I walked past these doors and thought, What could we do besides built-in bookshelves on each side of the fireplace? It would be cool if you could have bigger windows or even doors on each side. And then I took that thought captive because I felt a little over the top. I was green. I had no idea who I was working with or the things of which we are capable. So, I settled the matter in my mind thinking I’d have built-in bookshelves—I could use some bookshelves around here.

In the midst of a typical, what-can-we-do-differently conversation between Brad and myself, he said, “What if we put long/slender French doors on each side of the fireplace so that you could move from the porch to the living room?” Yes. Yes we should. This is brilliant to the second power (as in brilliant squared).

I came home with a few options for doors, propped them up, stared at them for a while, and then we decided we should design it ourselves because when you’re a dreamer you can hardly ever find what your mind’s eye can see. That’s the stuff in life you have to make for yourself. Which means you either find people to whom you can communicate your vision or you go buy some power tools.

Here’s what we came up with and how the fireplace looks after a bit of unpacking.

I feel good about the progress. We are not entirely finished but finished enough for me to snap a few pictures.

 

Thanks for reading. And, thanks for being so patient while I unpacked.

Evolution

14 Mar

It’s hard to believe this is the same space. But I tell you the truth, it is.