Forgive me, Gods of Carpentry, for I have sinned I am sinning. I am painting woodwork. (Gasp!)Read More No. More. Muppet. Flesh.
Dear people of the past: this was a terrible, horrible, no good idea. Sincerely, The People of the Future.Read More TBT – A Terrible Idea
I didn’t take a before picture, but believe me when I tell you that the white areas in the photo above used to be a giant plaster bubble. So I popped it (because that’s the tempting thing to do with all blisters) and removed all the bits of plaster that were no longer attached to […]Read More Another post about plaster
Our parlor floor ceiling is a bit of a show-off. It’s not super fancy like some of the stuff you see in Cobble Hill, or Park Slope, but it’s enough to class up the joint. There are harps and other delicate squiggles, some of which are showing signs of aging – cracks and patches and ample evidence […]Read More Look up!
(a random newspaper find) Searching old documents online is awfully convenient. Digitized books, directories and newspapers are key in piecing together the history of a building and the people who lived there, and while the technology is pretty good (certainly beats sitting in a basement, sifting through microfiche), it’s far from perfect. The keyword search […]Read More A bad case of the Mondays
There has been a change in the construction crew at the gut reno project in my neighborhood. (I say this as if there is only one. Sadly, there are many, but that’s fodder for another soapbox). The construction foreman, who was saving me the stuff, is no more. It’s back to chucking everything onto the pile in […]Read More Another find from the trash heap
(besides covered in an unholy amount of paint) This mystery bit of hardware is attached to the chair rail in our tiny bathroom. It never occurred to me, until now, to wonder why there is chair rail in our 27 square foot bathroom. Maybe to top off long-gone bead board? The location of the bathroom is […]Read More What is this thing?
(this is totally random) I am trying to find clues to confirm that the architect of our house was Henry Hill (the son, as in Amzi Hill and Son – the prolific architects of this part of Brooklyn). I thought perhaps I could find sales ads for some other houses by the same developer and look […]Read More A different kind of personal ad
While picking through a pile of house parts that were in route to the dumpster, a Brownstone Detective found this: It’s a section of the tile that surrounded a fireplace, with the wall still attached to it. It was covered in silver paint, probably spray paint. I know from the real estate listing photos that it […]Read More Tile carnage
All the salvage accumulating in our cellar comes infested with nails. Lots and lots of freaking nails. It seems that no job was too small for a 3-inch nail; nor, it seems, were nails in short supply: better secure that little strip of trim with as many (gigantic) nails as humanly possible. So yes, 9 billionty […]Read More 9 Billionty Nails (and a quandry)