#1877 house

[some1s-sista]

Today’s DIY project … after 18 years here, we’re finally tearing out this yucky Berber carpet! Well, Jim is. I’m still not feeling great so I took all the furniture out, he’ll rip out the carpet, I’ll go on tack control. Then sweep up and polish.

I’ll post the final results for ya.

[digitalfashionmuseum]

Blue Velvet Dress, 1877, French.

Possibly by House of Worth.

MFA Boston.

[artschoolglasses]

Summer Banquet at the House of Lucullus Gustave Boulanger, 1877

[archiveofcanvas]

Gustave Caillebotte Study for House Painters, 1877

[housekeepinginfo]

Everything You Want to Know: Deep cleaning your house

Deep cleaning your house is an essential task that goes beyond regular cleaning to create a healthier and more inviting living environment. As dust, allergens, and grime accumulate over time, a thorough deep clean can significantly enhance your home's comfort and aesthetic appeal. In this blog post, we will explore effective strategies and tips for deep cleaning your house, ensuring that every corner is attended to, and your space feels refreshed and revitalized. Whether you are preparing for a special occasion, tackling seasonal chores, or simply seeking to maintain a pristine home, understanding the importance of deep cleaning will empower you to take action and achieve outstanding results.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

For the first time since 1877, Montrealers without housing may soon be unable to get a hot meal at an Old Montreal soup kitchen. Fiona Crossling, the general director of Accueil Bonneau, said her organization can no longer afford to serve people on weekends, and she warns that if it can't secure stable provincial government funding, it will have to stop providing meals altogether next month. "We're operating at a deficit and we just don't have the funds," she said in an interview Tuesday. "We've announced that we will close weekends as of this coming weekend, but we're doing everything we can to negotiate with the government to ensure that it doesn't go any further." Crossling said her organization, which gives hot meals to around 400 people every morning, has done everything it can to avoid closing its food program. The province gave Accueil Bonneau emergency funding to keep it running through January, but Crossling says her organization has run a deficit for the past three years and can't continue offering food without more help.

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Tagging @politicsofcanada

[weirdlookindog]

Bolesław Biegas (1877-1954) - Zaczarowany dom (Enchanted House)

(Image from Emporium Vol. XVII., February 1903)

[peaceinthestorm]

Tavík František Šimon (1877-1942, Czech) ~ The Artist's House in Paris, 1913

[Source: tfsimon.com]

[fripperiesandfobs]

Dress by the House of Worth, 1877

From MFA Boston

[unhonestlymirror]

"I can only draw cats, that's not hard" – Valerian Yablochkyn.

We don't know much about him. We have some information from the memories of other artists, like Mykola Murashko, or from magazine articles. He was in Kharkiv in 1877—1883. Yablochkin called himself the "Raphael of cats." He spent two years in Kyiv with Murashko.

Mykola Murashko had a lot of cats in the house. And that is when Yablochkin became obsessed with cats. Cats became his models. From Kyiv, he moved to Putivl, Sumy region. He continued to paint cats for a couple of years and then died there.

[viihelii]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON, 1.01: "THE HEIRS OF THE DRAGON" + art (1/...)

King Jaehaerys I Targaryen ∙ De koning van Thule by Pierre Jan van der Ouderaa, 1896 Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Lady Alicent Hightower ∙ Le Héron Familier by Vincenzo Capobianchi, 1877 Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Prince Daemon Targaryen ∙ God Speed by Edmund Blair Leighton, 1900 Prince Daemon Targaryen ∙ Pallas Athena by Gustav Klimt, 1898 Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen ∙ The Orphan by August Friedrich Schenck, 1885 Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Lady Alicent Hightower ∙ Preparations by Frans Verhas, 1847-1897

[some1s-sista]

So here’s the whole weekend project.

📷 Nasty Carpet.

📷 Nasty carpet gone. Floor a little worse off than we thought, but totally fixable. See, wood floors in the 1800s weren’t finished as they are today. During the 19th century, they were left bare and swept, scrubbed and sanded clean, or they were polished by hand with linseed oil and beeswax. Ours were the latter. And in 150 years they’ve never been refinished. But my guess is the square of damage in the middle of the room probably came from a floorcloth or oilcloth (precursor to linoleum). We’ve seen this in other historic homes we’ve toured in this area. Problem is, in high humidity the ends of the floor cloth would curl up. Guess what we can still see…on each short end of the damage is a line of a million tacks like someone was trying to hold down just such a problem! So educated guess.

Service areas, like hallways, kitchens, and bedrooms were often painted making them easier to clean. Our entire second floor has painted floors.

📷 Third picture is after I cleaned the floor, let it dry, and then hit it with some feed and wax (orange oil and beeswax - I don’t have any linseed oil) but this always makes the floors look brand new.

📷 And finally, the furniture put back. Looking at the picture though, I’m feeling the need to de-clutter the mantle and the walls. I love it though. And James doesn’t even mind the floral carpet.

Next weekend: bathhouse floor.

[sarahthecoat]

ooh, love this! the state house is clearly visible by the common/public garden. beacon hill in the foreground. i think the customs house is the white tower to the left/east, by the docks, and i can thus identify faneuil hall and the quincy market buildings. looks like back bay hasn't been built yet at all, but the south end is mostly there.

Boston, USA, 1877.

by @vintagemapstore

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Beautifully restored 1877 home in Philadelphia, PA was remodeled in Art Deco style. The 3bd, 3ba, 3,800 sq ft home is surrounded by private walls and located in the Art Museum section of the city. Listed for $2.75m.

This is such a lovely home.

Earthy and filled with natural light, the main hallway is stunning.

Sunken living room with conversation pit. Look at the ceiling design.

Dramatic large fireplace. Isn't it unusual? The hearth is actually open.

The real estate description calls it Art Deco, but it looks more mid-century modern to me.

If you have a collection of any kind, this house has the display area covered.

Beautiful guest powder room.

The home appears to be designed in 2 sections. These stairs go from the living room to the primary bedroom above.

The built-in furniture up here is definitely art deco. Look at that gorgeous fireplace. There's a lot of attractive storage rather than a walk-in closet.

Behind this pony wall there's a large vanity with a sink.

And, the bath.

It's like the living room and primary bedroom suite are separate from the rest of the house.

There's also a large sauna.

And, a private deck.

Then, there's this entrance to the house.

Very different style in this section. There's a large dining room with a mezzanine above.

This lovely small sitting room is next to the kitchen.

The roundish kitchen has stairs to the bedrooms above.

Nice bedroom.

There's a bath down the hall.

Plus a small TV room in the mezzanine over the dining room.

Have you ever seen classier storage in a garage?

This is the patio that's by the entrance to the living room with the primary bedroom's terrace above.

Beautiful gardens.

Looks a little crowded here. The house is on a 5,454 sq ft lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/761-65-N-26th-St-Philadelphia-PA-19130/10242800_zpid/?

[blueiight]

ldpdl, ethnicity, and the false monolith of blackness

there's this false tendency to think amc louis being made black is pandering, or a means of removing louis from his oh-so-detailed /sarcasm/ background in the books. i also find that people tend to not even understand what show louis's ethnic background is, despite rolin jones the showrunner and even the fictional louis both coalescing around this multigenerational explanation of the gens de couleur in new orleans, and how jim crow disempowered them.

I came around to his ethnicity a sort of interesting way which is through Lestat. [ … ] I was like lets give him a legitimate a third attempt at figuring how to be with somebody for the rest of his life and how to not repeat your mistakes. [ … ] I started from there so it had to be someone with some money cause he had to be with his own folks and I thought he wanted someone who could fight back and who could be a challenge and would force him to restrain himself. And nobody at AMC was interested in 7 seasons of the regretful plantation owner, so we made Louis come from a lineage that did have a plantation and did own slaves.

rolin jones in the s1 post-finale episode of the podcast names how he came to this understanding of louis's character. lestat, after failing to make a bride of his mother, and a concubine of nicki, was seeking for someone of a similar background, or the most approximate equivalent. he would not have been interested in louis if louis was an anglophone baptist black man descended from upper-south arrivals into new orleans, nor would he have been interested in louis if louis was a poor black creole honestly s1 does not give a good reading of claudia's ethnic bg in new orleans, but since she cannot understand french, we can presume shes either a poor creole removed from her cultural background with her vampiric adoption narrative in mind, or was also of an anglophone baptist black background like claudia was. louis coming from this fallen sort of gentry, the free gens de couleur, similar to that of the tvl lestat who came from this barren aristocracy dating back to the crusades, was key to lestat's long-term goals with louis.

Capital accrued from plantations of sugar and the blood of men who looked like my great grandfather but did not have his standing. But then decades of Jim Crow and the electrified light of a new century had vanquished any idea of a free man of color. - AMC IWTV 1x01

louis was of the first generations of the gens de couleur to be born, raised into, and face the institutional and personal ramifications of being viewed as black in america. this fuels much of the character's rage as he moves through storyville, trying to continue the similar modality of exploitation to the contrary of pretty baby with brooke shields, majority of the brothel circuit was statistically black girls + women being sexually pawned off to white men but ultimately failing to do so bc of the anglophone white american class that now rules over him. [tom anderson, alderman fenwick, finn o’shea starting out as louis’s subordinate then ending w/ him entering whiteness by having a sporting house throwing torches at louis’s brothel in s1e3]

By 1850, the free population of color, beset by the hostility of white supremacy, was economically diminished and residentially segregated. The Americanization of Louisiana, and in particular New Orleans, was completed before the state became the sixth to secede from the Union in 1861 in the struggle over the perpetuation of slavery. [link] The Democratic redeemers who came to power in 1877 lost no time in redefining the Negro's "place" in Louisiana life. They immediately restored the color line in the New Orleans public schools and offered silent support to de facto segregation practices in places of public accommodation. With the assistance of two landmark decisions by the United States Supreme Court, the redeemers soon dismantled the egalitarian legal apparatus put together piece by piece under the Radicals. Finally in 1890 they began to write their "final solution" into Louisiana law with a series of "separate but equal" statutes. Soon New Orleans Negroes were again segregated in virtually every public pursuit. [link]

[shockercoco]

Snap Out of It

Austin Butler x reader

Warnings - angst, fluff, soft!Austin aka normal Austin

Word count - 1877

a/n - request: “The reader works from home and is really stressed and starting to fall back into depression and Austin comforting her. Austin finds her crying when he comes home because she is overwhelmed” - I wrote this on my phone since I’m out of town and it was kinda terrible. Also I visited Elvis’ house and saw Austin’s little exhibit, enjoy :)

You were getting more and more anxious with every passing day. Earlier this month you had auditioned for a role, and you were told that you would receive an answer by the end of the month. Ever since the audition, the first thing you would do each morning would check your emails and your messages for a response, but you were met with nothing.

To be honest, you really needed this job. This is the first role you’ve auditioned for in over a year, and getting the job would help bring you out of your current funk. You spend your days working from home, except for the days you have to go out in town for meetings, and being at home all the time is taking a toll on you.

For months Austin had been gone to film for a new movie and he had just come back recently. You watch as Austin leaves to go to the gym or meet up with friends, and each time he would ask you to join him and tell you to leave your work for later, but you were never in the mood.

You could see the disappointment on his face when you would decline his offers, but he wouldn’t say anything or push you.

Now, you were standing in the bathroom trying to wipe the tears from your eyes and clear your face before Austin came back home from dinner. Your face was red and your eyes were swollen — you just looked a complete mess.

You grab a washcloth and hold it under cold water to use on your eyes. This has started to become a recurring task, and somehow you felt like you were lying to Austin by doing this and acting like nothing is wrong.

After holding the washcloth over your eyes for a couple minutes, you lower your hands to examine your face in the mirror, only to see Austin standing in the doorway through the reflection in the mirror.

The look on his face breaks you, and for a second you feel like you’re going to start crying again.

Austin’s eyebrows are furrowed and he has this gentle look on his face. He’s still in his dress pants and buttoned down from dinner with his sleeves rolled above his elbows. You look away, not ready to look him in the eye and not really wanting to talk about it, but you already know he’s going to pry it out of you.

“You’re back early,” you say, trying to change the subject, even though it’s obviously not going to work. He was home early, though. He wasn’t supposed to be back for another hour.

What you don’t know is that he left early because he didn’t want to leave you home alone too long. He wouldn’t tell you that, though, because he knows how quilty you would feel.

When he got home, he noticed the house was a little too quiet, so he went looking around for you. He heard sniffles as he entered the bedroom, and that’s when he found you in the bathroom trying to clear your face.

He’s noticed the depletion of your mental health, but he’s been waiting for you to say something to him. He hates that it’s gotten to the point, and he can't help but feel like it’s his fault.

You set the towel down on the countertop, and play with the cloth to continue avoiding his gaze. You wait for him to say something, but nothing comes.

It’s silent for a moment — you not being ready to talk, and him not knowing what to say. Then, you hear the shuffling of his socks on the bathroom tile coming closer to you.

Austin grabs your hips to turn you towards him, and when you don’t move, he makes his grip more firm. You finally give in to face him, looking up at him with your red eyes, though the swelling has gone down from the cold washcloth.

He holds your face in his hands as he stares down at you. Your eyes move to the side to look at anything but him. He wraps his arms around you as he pulls you into his chest, not caring about his nice shirt getting soaked, and that’s when you break down again.

He gently shushes you as your cries get more intense and your body shakes. When you start to quiet down is when Austin opens his mouth.

“I know you don’t want to, but I need you to tell me what’s going on. I’ve been waiting for you to come to me because I didn’t want to pry, but baby if you’re breaking down like this, you need to let it out. If you didn’t want to tell me, then at least talk to someone,” he pleads as he soothes you by rubbing your back.

You pull away from his chest with his arms still around you. Using the back of your hands, you wipe your eyes and sniffle to try and clear your stuffy nose. You feel bad for the wet spot you left on his shirt.

“I just…I don’t know. I feel like such a failure because all I do is wake up, get on my laptop, sleep, and repeat. And I feel like I’m in the way because you’re out working, and each time you come back home, I’m still in the same spot you left me in. I’ve been a killjoy for you and I’ve been taking up space, and you’ve just had to deal with me all these months and I’m so, so, sorry. I-,”

“Stop, stop, stop,” Austin says softly as he cuts off your rambling, bringing his hands back to your face. “You have nothing to be sorry for, so don’t apologize.”

“But I-,” you begin to say, but Austin cuts you off again. Tears gather in your waterline once again, but they don’t fall.

“No, I’m serious. Don’t apologize. You’re not a failure, I don’t ever want you to say that or think that about yourself because it’s not true. You think every actor is booked everyday of the year? They’re not. All actors take breaks, and they do it because they need to. Shit happens. And you haven’t been a killjoy or taking up space, this place is yours as much as it is mine.”

His eyes don’t leave yours once throughout the whole speech. His heart breaks at the sight in front of him. Austin hates to see you cry.

“I want to take a break. I didn’t need to take a break. I did this to myself,” you tell him.

“Who cares. You don’t need to feel like you always need to have something going on. No one’s pressuring you to do anything — I’m not, and neither is the world. I'll always be on your side, and I will always be here for you because I love you. I need you to know that,” Austin tells you with a sad smile. He desperately needs you to know that you’re loved. “Do you know that?”

You nod in response to his question, but he shakes his head.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, I know,” you mumble, but Austin accepts it.

“And don’t you ever forget it. Also, I wouldn't care if you never moved again and left a dent in the mattress, as long as you’re here for me when I get home that’s all that matters to me,” he jokes, and you can’t help but let out a small laugh. “There’s that smile.”

You give him a shove, and he just laughs. Austin moves his hands down to gather your hand in each of his.

“Have you heard back from that role you auditioned for?” He asks hopefully, his eyebrows raised and his tone still soft.

“Nope,” you shake your head as you let out a gloomy sigh.

“Well you still have until the end of the month,” he tells you as he playfully begins to swing your hands in his.

“At least one of us is optimistic,” you tell him as you look down.

“One of us has to be,”he says as he brings one of your hands up to his mouth for him to kiss the back of it.

The next morning, you wake up with a headache, the one that always comes when you’ve been crying. You stay in bed, not quite ready to get up and face the day. Although the talk you had with Austin did make you feel better, you still have that voice in the back of your head.

Austin rolls over to see you staring at the ceiling. He wraps an arm around your waist as he scoots closer to you, studying your face. You look over at him once you feel his touch and give him a small smile.

“How ya feeling?” He asks you as he lifts the bottom of your shirt a little to reach the skin on your waist and begins to caress the skin.

“Pretty good,” you say genuinely.

“You know, you could just stay here in bed with me. I don’t have anything to do today,” he tells you as he moves his hand over your stomach to lightly tickle the skin there.

You laugh at the feeling. “I would love to, but I have a couple things to do and some emails to send.”

Austin groans as you slowly crawl out of bed away from his touch, and you just smile.

You brush your teeth and clean yourself up before you head to Austin’s office where you do most of your work. As you’re walking down the hallway towards the room you feel your phone vibrate in your hand.

You thought it was just a regular notification, so you raise your hand to quickly glance at your phone before going to put your hand back down by your side, but you stop yourself halfway.

A message had caught your eye. Your manager had messaged you saying:

- Check your email NOW!

You’re frozen for a second before picking up the pace to the office. Once you reach the desk, you don’t even bother to take a seat as you type in the password to your laptop.

All you need to see are the words “we are happy to offer you the role” before you let out an excited scream. Finally. You can finally stop stressing, get out of the house, and continue what you love doing.

Austin comes running into the room after your outburst and meets you with a confused face. “What’s wrong?” he asks, but once he sees the huge grin on face, he raises his eyebrows and a smile appears on his own lips. “Did you get it?”

You nod happily as you jump up and down, and Austin mirrors your actions with his toothbrush still in his mouth.

As he brings you in for a hug, he says, “I’m so proud of you, I knew you would get it.”

“No you didn’t,” you tell him as he squeezes you.

“Yes, I did. I knew you would get it because you're amazing and talented and smarter than me and-.”

“Austin,” you laugh as you cut him off, “enough.”

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