#refinish our floors

[vveissesfleisch]

being an adult is fucking insane!!

[tam--lin]

As soon as you say you're trying to figure out what to do with your old hardwood floors in your house, people come out of the woodwork to tell you to strip before you sand, to never use solvents, to just sand everything down level, and that aggressively leveling your old hardwood can damage their structural integrity.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1912 home in Lake Bluff, Illinois didn't look that bad, but someone, (known only as MKE), didn't have the money to buy it, and hated what the current owners did, so he made a scathing webpage to plea for someone to make it right. He called the page "Rescue Me. Sincerely, David Adler" on behalf of the late architect who designed it. Here are the before & after pics of the 7bd, 5.5ba home. It's on the market again for $6.995M. But, does MKE approve?

I expected the entrance hall to look terrible, but it looked pristine. The top pic shows how perfect it looked. The bottom is how it is decorated today.

MKE wrote: The trouble begins after the dreamlike entry.  Let’s wander into the music room.  It is, well, green. However, the essential French details remain, just waiting to be uncovered. -It isn't easy being green.

The music room is now the dining room.

MKE wrote: The next room, likely the main salon, is decidedly pink. Pouf window treatments obscure perfectly proportioned French doors.  Adler surely paces through here in the darkest hours, spectral paintbrush in hand. -Oh please, rethink the pink!

The salon, now. Does it look more French? I think it does.

MKE approved of the library. He says: The library is pretty darned close to being perfect.  Nothing a little floor refinishing and wood oil can’t restore. -With a bit of restoration, the library will be a best seller.

The library is looking fine.

MKE wrote: Imagine taking breakfast in the solarium, and watching the seasons change. There is some weather-related damage, but it is certainly repairable.

Well, it's not really a breakfast room or solarium anymore. And, it looks like some of the doors were also eliminated.

MKE liked the fountain. He wrote: A wall-mounted fountain adds whimsy to the solarium.

Well, have no fear, the fountain's here.

MKE wrote of the dining room: Uh-oh, it’s time to tour the dining room. What happened here?  A ruin.  A magnificent one, but very much a ruin. The room is reminiscent of the dining room in the home Adler designed for the Ryerson family on Chicago’s Astor Street.  The amazing Louis V influence, the symmetry.  Under all that green, the impeccable bones are still intact.

It is no longer a dining room.

MKE wrote: The poor kitchen.  Adler must shed ghostly tears when he wafts through here. Yet the possibilities are endless.  Nothing that a gut job and some Peacock or Smallbone cabinetry won’t fix.

Well, they certainly did gut it. No doubt about that.

That concluded MKE's critique. Let's go on with our tour. This is the spacious primary bedroom.

A lovely bath. I always like a striped wallpaper, it just looks classy.

This secondary bedroom is a pretty plum.

And, here's another stunning bath.

The beautiful guest house.

Very nice.

Large patio along the pool.

The lot is 8.26 acres.

https://www.redfin.com/IL/Lake-Bluff/1010-Green-Bay-Rd-60044/home/17669471?

[thebibliosphere]

The impromptu home renovation is mostly done 🎉🎉🎉

Yesterday I:

Refinished the strip of wood that was being used for a coat rack in the entryway, resealed it, and installed new brass hooks.

Switched out the switch panel for the same "Victorian" brass ones we have in the living room.

Got all the trim in the entryway finished.

Drilled and installed all-new brass drawer pulls on the heavy cedar built-in closet in the hallway. Apparently, the ones that were there were held in place with paint because the screws had snapped off inside 😬 (No big deal, not like we open and close those drawers every day.)

Got the first coat of blue paint up in the hallway.

Today I:

Got the second coat of paint up in the hallway.

Got most of the trim done.

Spilled a lot of gloss on the floor and swore a lot.

Cleaned it up.

Re-lined all the built-in-drawers because your girl is allergic to cedar, and that's where we keep all our linens 🙃

Tomorrow I need to:

Touch up some of the trim in the hallway where my hands weren't as steady as I would have liked.

Put the built-in drawers back in place.

@mothman-etd is going to help me finish installing the new door knob in the entryway.

Try to get the ceiling panels up in the entryway and install the new light fixture, but no biggie if we don't.

We're doing what we did in my office with the faux beams, though I haven't decided if we should go with white or pink yet. I guess it will depend on how much paint we have left tomorrow 😅

But otherwise, it's just cleaning up on Monday and putting everything away.

And then, THEN, I can DECORATE.

HOLO GLITTER TREE, HERE WE COME 🎄🎄🎄

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*I need to redo one of the living room walls because one of the drawer panels I had leaning against it gouged fuck out of it and left a big white mark in the lovely gloomy blue. But that shouldn't take too long.

[some1s-sista]

Claw Foot Tub update! The tub has been moved into the bath house! We picked this up a few years back. It was in awful shape. James has spent the last couple weeks sanding and painting the outside as well as the feet. He’s working on the inside now that it’s out of the rain. When he’s done sanding, I will refinish it. And I have enough product to also do the pedestal sink and our kitchen farm sink. Before and Mid-Project photos:

Getting there, right?! And look at that newly Poly’d floor. It’s coming together y’all!

[faerytale-wings]

As much as I want to move directly to working in my studio, we have a bunch more important stuff to do first.

Next on our to-do list is this room! (Ignore the skeleton) What was the formal dining room will now be our formal computer room.

Gotta get of these plaster flower reliefs (husband hand for scale) that are just haphazardly across the whole room. Theres about a dozen of them.

I want to add in a bunch of craftsman elements that would have been original to the house, as a lot of it has been stripped away over decades of renovations. And HOPEFULLY do something about that terrible drop ceiling. It’s in most of the house. The original ceilings are about 12ft. I’m only crying a little it’s fine.

Unfortunately we’re also going to need to refinish the floors as there is some water damage, gouges and flaking in the original finish.

So my rough plan might take a while to achieve, but one project at a time!

[dredsina]

We got our new house on Wed but haven't been able to move in due to the state of the floors, so we're having them refinished and they'll be done tomorrow and we can move in Sunday afternoooooooon here is the process!!!!!!!

[soap-lady]

Tooth Decay Warning

Thanks for waiting, @angelqueen13art @tenebrare @idreamtofmanderleyagain

Does anyone remember when schools had Parents Nights or Open Houses? Just me? Okay. Let's see how former Cenobites and traumatized young women deal with meeting their "little sister's" teachers.

Parents’ Night

Tiffany had been attending her school for a month now. She was enjoying her classes and making friends. All very good things. Now came an event that could potentially ruin everything; not just legal difficulties but the possible destruction of life as they knew it.

Parents Night.

It might sound silly to an outside observer that such a normal if boring event could cause terror in a former Cenobite and the woman who’d defeated Hell. Twice. Yet when Tiffany had come home with a flier, looking worried and hopeful, her parental figures had been inwardly quailing.

Elliot had no idea what to expect. It was a fairly modern experience and he couldn’t imagine Father or Mother attending some school event when they had soirees to attend or country estates to tour. Then there was hunting season…

Tiffany interrupted his thoughts. “C’mon! It’s not completely mandatory but it’ll look weird if you don’t go.” Her blue eyes pleaded with him. “It’ll be good for you to get out of the house and socialize and meet other parents, not just my teachers. Maybe you can get tips on being a good dad. Guardian, whatever,” she shrugged.

Kirsty emerged from the dining room where she was learning how to refinish the floors. “So, what are we talking about?”

Tiffany left Elliot’s side to shove the flier in Kirsty’s face. “Parents’ Night!”

Kirsty took the flier, a smile spreading across her lips. “Wow, I didn’t know schools still did this. Especially not physical fliers. I guess they would have sent out a mass email but we don’t have a computer yet.” She looked at Elliot. “Considering you’re legally Tiff’s guardian, you have to go, El.” She grinned at him. “It’s what a good cousin would do.”

“You don’t wanna go?” asked Tiffany.

Kirsty looked apologetic but still shook her head. “Not really. No offense, but people around here knew not just my grandmother but my dad and…Frank.” Her smile was awkward. “I really don’t want to deal with a bunch of personal questions by strangers, you know?”

Oh, no. That little minx wasn’t making him endure a night of strangers alone. “Kirsty my dear, you don’t possibly think I could do this all on my own, do you?” He gave her a look Tiffany had told him was called “Puppy Eyes”. “Here I am, a stranger in the modern world, and you’re going to make me fend for myself in a room full of parents and instructors? I thought we were friends.”

Kirsty looked betrayed and he could tell she was weakening. “Family, even. You said so yourself.” He began to walk towards her. “Family aren’t necessarily those we are related to but the family we choose for ourselves. People who understand us and support us as much as we support them. Surely a little discomfort is worth showing our Tiffany how much we care about her?”

Now Tiffany was standing beside him in front of Kirsty and both of them were giving Kirsty puppy eyes. Unable to stand up to their joint assault she gave in.

“Fine,” she glared at both of them and sighed. “What should I wear?”

*****

The event started at six o’clock so of course the Cotton-Spencers were there at promptly five forty-five. Kirsty wore a tan sweater with linen capris and ballet flats. Elliot wore a long-sleeved khaki polo with navy trousers and tan loafers. Tiffany of course wore her school uniform. They looked put-together but still approachable. With a nervous glance at each other and a deep breath, they entered the school together.

They were met by an attractive young man in black trousers, a gray button-down, and a patterned sweater vest. He introduced himself as Mr. McCormic, the 2-D art teacher. He gave them both a smile but his eyes lingered on Kirsty.

“Welcome to Parents’ Night! You must be the parents or guardians of Tiffany here.” He grinned at her and the girl gave him a nervous smile.

Elliot stepped slightly in front of Kirsty and offered the other man his hand. “Elliot Spencer, Tiffany’s cousin.” The younger man was handsome and clearly interested in his friend but really he was supposed to be a teacher and a professional.

The man took it and smiled. “Henry McCormic.” He shook his hand and stepped back. “Tiffany’s cousin from England. Tiffany’s mentioned you.” The man snuck another peek at Kirsty. “How do you like America so far?”

“A bit of culture shock,” Elliot answered honestly. “Fortunately I have my cousin and my friend to help me adjust.”

“Friend?” echoed the art teacher as he looked at Kirsty. He looked a little hopeful.

Kirsty smiled and also extended her hand. “Kirsty Cotton, nice to meet you.”

His eyes widened when he heard her last name. “Cotton. Didn’t you-” he cut himself off and smiled again. He pointed to a poster display stand. “Our schedule can be downloaded with this QR Code. All you have to do is scan it with your phone’s camera and it’ll tell you which classrooms to go to so you can meet all of Tiffany’s teachers. Afterwards we’ll have a reception in the cafeteria and a short speech by Principal Chalmers about what you can expect during the school year for your child. I mean cousin,” he corrected himself.

Elliot took pity on the man now that he knew the young man had no chance after almost bringing up family history. “Quite all right. Ours is an usual family. It’s as if I have two younger sisters instead of a cousin and a friend. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Uh, yeah. Same.” Kirsty smiled and waved to be polite. She scanned the QR Code and stepped away.

Tiffany gave the man a wave. “See you in class, Mr. McCormic!”

As they walked away Kirsty muttered to Elliot. “Yet another reason I didn’t want to come.”

*****

The next hour was a blur as they spent ten minutes meeting various teachers, asking questions and receiving praise for Tiffany’s surprising maturity and good grades.

Finally they met Mr. Harris who recognized Elliot or seemed to. “You must be Mr. Spencer!” He took Elliot’s hand and shook it before it was offered. “Shawn Harris, Tiffany’s history teacher. The report she wrote for her World War One or Great War paper was accurate and incredibly vivid.” He sniffed a bit. “I felt like I was there in the trenches. So real.” He sighed and looked at Elliot, all but ignoring Tiffany and Kirsty. “It’s a shame the state requires me to teach so many facts and dates. Students are just taught to pass a test and not the human toll of war; deaths, separation of families and the lack of care afterwards.” He smiled at Elliot. “You must have had family members who fought in the war.”

“I come from a long tradition of military service,” Elliot kept to their agreed cover story and was as truthful as he could be. “My grandfather told me stories and some of the family kept journals.”

Mr. Harris sighed in longing. “Primary sources! You’re very lucky,” he told Elliot, who wanted to disagree. The teacher’s face was hopeful. “I don’t suppose I could borrow them?”

“Sadly, no.” Elliot would not have given anything to this man if he’d had it. He hoped none of his journals had survived and the man was being rude. “Family archivist has them and they’re rather delicate.”

The man looked disappointed and changed the subject. He offered his hand to Kirsty. “You look very familiar, have we met?”

Kirsty shook his hand. “We might have, as kids if you grew up in the area. My grandmother had a house here. We’re living in it while we sort things out.”

Mr. Harris nodded. “Mrs. Cotton. Very sweet. She played bridge with my grandmother.” He pointed at her face. “You have her eyes.”

She let out an awkward laugh. “So everyone tells me.”

The chime on the PA system saved them from further awkwardness. “Ladies, Gentlemen, and Nonbinary friends, this is Ellen Chalmers.” The voice was calm and professional. “Principal of Gillingham Academy. At this time I would like for you to proceed to the cafeteria for hors d'oeuvres, followed by a short little welcome speech. Please follow the orange arrows on the wall if you are new to our school or ask a teacher to guide you if you get lost. Thank you and I hope to see you all soon.”

Elliot offered both of his companions an arm and gallantly escorted them to the cafeteria. They giggled and thanked him.

“I’ll have to thank your principal later.” Kirsty beamed at Tiffany. “We were quite literally saved by the bell.”

*****

The principal waited until everyone was done with the hors d’oeuvres, crudites, and tiny pastries to walk onstage and stand at the podium. Her image was projected on the screen behind her so people sitting in the back could see her.

Ellen Chalmers was an attractive woman in a sage green pantsuit that complimented her gray hair. She smiled at the assembled parents with real professional warmth. “I can’t begin to tell you all how privileged all of us at Gillingham Academy feel to be trusted with the education of your children. Believe it or not, I went to this school as a child and back then if you’d told me I’d come back as a Math teacher, and then principal, I would have laughed in your face!”

The audience chuckled politely as she spoke of the school’s record of academic excellence, the record number of students accepted to Ivy League colleges and its world class STEM, music, and ballet programs.

Tiffany sat in the middle of Elliot and Kirsty, trying to look interested but still sneaking a few texts to Callie and Antonio. Kirsty checked to see if she had any new emails from her financial advisor.

This was all new to Elliot, having been a student at a prestigious private school but never the guardian. It was a strange perspective to be a parent of sorts, to know that the future of a young person was in your hands. Unlike his parents he couldn’t pass on his responsibility to a servant or a boarding school and he was strangely glad. He wanted to be there for Tiffany and learn about her life, even if he had little to no idea what he was doing and what he could do to help. He glanced over at Kirsty. Did she feel the same way? She had been through so much at Frank and Julia’s hands…and his own. It would have been so easy for her to withdraw from the world and nurse her own pain and grief. She didn’t have to save him or Tiffany, much less take them in and treat them like family.

And yet she had. His once dead heart flooded with warmth as he thought of her generosity and the little family they’d made for themselves.

He felt Tiffany’s warm hand curl around his and glanced over to see she was holding Kirsty’s hand as well. The two of them looked at each other over Tiffany’s head and smiled, communicating with just their eyes.

Elliot had been a broken man when he’d begun exploring forbidden pleasures. The girls had been broken too, or at the very least damaged. Now they were healing and they had each other.

“And with your support, we’ll continue to make Gillingham Academy the best school of its kind!” The principal was saying and the audience clapped. The small family joined in the applause and stood, waiting for the room to clear out a bit before standing and making their way to Kirsty’s car.

“Tiffany!”

“Hey, Tiffany!”

Callie and Antonio caught up with them on the way out. She looked from her friends to her family and asked. “Is it okay if I talk to them before we leave? Just ten minutes,” she thought about it. “Maybe fifteen.”

Elliot nodded then looked at Kirsty to see if she agreed. The brunette nodded.

“Fifteen minutes,” he confirmed. He gave the girl a smirk. “And if you’re not out front in fifteen minutes-”

“Or you don’t answer our texts,” Kirsty added.

“Yes, or answer our texts, you’ll be walking home,” Elliot threatened and Kirsty snickered.

“No I won’t. I’ll get a ride with Callie’s or Tonio’s parents. Or I can call an Uber.” Tiffany stuck her tongue out at Elliot. “You’re not the boss.”

“I am. At least until you’re eighteen,” he clapped back. “Don’t be impertinent.”

Tiffany opened her mouth to get in the last word when Kirsty spoke up. “Don’t talk that way to your father, young lady.”

Elliot and Tiffany gaped at her while she laughed at them. Callie and Antonio tittered at their weird family dynamic but did it quietly.

The blonde pushed her friends away from Kirsty and Elliot, rolling her eyes. “Come on. Grownups are so weird.”

[seams-witch]

starting my secondhand furnishing journey and i really did decide that hauling this solid wood bookshelf down 3 flights of stairs back to our home was the correct choice to make. i would like to paint it in the future.

unfortunately i cant get more floor furniture anytime soon, only because we are planning to have the floors refinished and the more furniture you have, the worst it is to move everything out. 😔 but if something cool shows up secondhand i wont say no.

i dont recommend living in perpetual renovation. we've been here 3 years and our home is still mostly empty.

[diamondsinthelibrary]

What I'm Reading: Vol. 124.

Hello my darlings, My goodness, this has turned out to be a busy summer! If you follow my on Instagram, you already know that Mr. DitL and I just bought our first house (!!!!) so we have been running around trying to find furniture and fix drywall and refinish floors and buy a new bathtub and 10,000 other exciting, frustrating, fun, exhilarating, overwhelming things. It is very exciting and…

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[teamdilf]

As a holiday treat, have the latest chapter of A Sticky Situation!

The receptionist opens the locked door and gets them checked into the suite he booked for them while at the fueling station. It’s on the second floor, up freshly refinished wooden stairs and down a hallway covered in flower print wallpaper.

“It’s like my grandma puked all over this place,” Alec says.

“Humans puke flowers? That’s fucked,” Wrex says, and Alec huffs at Wrex.

“Obviously not but she had flowery wallpaper on her walls and lavender curtains.”

They get inside to find the floral theme continues, with flower printed furniture, though, strangely the beds do not have floral bedspreads. Instead, they’re burgundy velvet; a disconcerting feeling on his hands, and Wrex stares at the bed in the room they’re standing in as if personally offended.

[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.

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Yellow House, Valerio Olgiati, 1999, Flims Switzerland.

This is a big one for the smalt boys – post 200 on the site. Foundational reference here, and one we have seen in person.

The last ski trip of the season, around number 10, and it was a slushy March afternoon in Laax. Hell of a day. Culminated in one of us breaking a pin binding clean off the ski, and the other being deemed the God of Snow. After a sweaty and revelrous gondola ride down the mountain, we had some time to kill before the bus brought us to Chur and the train took us back home to Basel. These ski days often involved 6hrs of transit time and 8hrs ski time but we were committed to shred. We came, we shred, and now it was time to take snacks from the shop and wander around Olgiati’s playpen of Flims.

We dropped our gear on the side of the road next to a restaurant where the Swiss were enjoying their apres-ski (unlocked – high trust in these places) and began to hunt for the goods. We were rewarded instantly. 100 meters down the road, in the center of the town (which is more of a layby on an alpine highway) sits this absolute unit of a building.

It stands in stark contrast to everything around it, yet somehow feels like it has been on this mountain since the rock was thrust upwards during the collision of the African and European tectonic plates, 20 million years ago. Those 15 black voids on the streetside façade silently judge everything that passes. It is solid and ominous and completely unique, yet for some reason there is a warmth and genuine soul to the thing. We showed up and realized that Olgiati’s grumpy exterior conceals a deep understanding and (maybe even) care for the people who live here and visit this place.

The building is a cultural center, converted from a home for the town Parish. Valerio’s father Rudolf, an architect himself, offered to donate his collection to the Parish foundation on the condition that it be renovated instead of demolished. Work began after his death and was completed in 2000. The interior is gutted, with a new wood finish over the whole space. The roof was replaced with a new structural shape and slate shingles. Some openings were left, others covered up, and all refinished with cast concrete frames. The entire exterior is painted and finished in a very fine lime wash, blending all the old textured pieces into one whole.

We had 10 minutes until closing so decided to speed-run the interior. We spent most of the time touching the window frames, admiring the weep holes, and whispering, “holy fuck”. There was a temporary exhibition on and the kid at the desk spoke perfect English. He told us he didn’t know anything about the building when we asked.

The inside is rock solid and completely cozy. You could run a boxing match on the top level and sleep on the wood floor on the ground level at the same time. The plan is dead simple and the same on all levels, but at the top you get the special angled column and pitched roof. The structure and enclosure are so locked down and well-executed they can be forgotten, and the architect can start to consider higher aims.

It’s hard to say exactly why this all works together. It weaves together mountain town culture, physical landscape, heritage buildings, religion, material mass, phenomenology, and one man’s brazen disregard for all that bullshit. I still don’t quite believe Olgiati’s non-referential thesis, but the fact that he genuinely tries it every time means that his buildings are the only stable and true reference points I have for pure architectural thought. He’s insane, but he’s useful and maybe a genius.

After we were ushered out of the building, we visited a few other bangers, hopped on the postbus, tried to eat a poke bowl using a popsicle stick and a rolled-up m&ms wrapper, and received a horrified look from a well-intentioned bus seat neighbor.

Happy 200, we still don’t know what good architecture is.