Brownstones don’t have attics. It’s really the one Victorian thing we’re missing, at least in my opinion. Attics are fun, old-timey and filled with treasures – well, at least in the movies they are. Our flat roof structures are not conducive to such architectural fancy-ness, so instead, what exists between the ceiling and the roof is […]Read More The Cockloft – it’s a thing, apparently.
Fun fact: snow is made of water. Snow melts and turns into water. Water will follow the path of least resistance and end up in the basement. Given its liquid slinky-ness, water flows a lot faster than you’d expect. Last night, as I was feeling pretty accomplished for asking the Hubs to check on the […]Read More The tyranny of water in its many forms
For the Why Did They Paint Over This? file: I decided to take a break from stripping the bedroom walls and strip the front parlor fireplace cover. This poor thing has been relegated to the basement since before we bought the house, as the previous owner replaced it with one of those awful Home Depot […]Read More Mid-Strip
It’s been 147 days since we last occupied our bedroom. It all started back in August, when we treated ourselves to some professional help and had all the woodwork in our bedroom stripped. Our paint-caked walls were a casualty of the ferocious paint removal activity, and the room looked like an alien murder site. What […]Read More 5 months, 23 days (and counting)