Nothing like a looming deadline of house guests to entice one to take a (huge) detour from projects that need to be completed
The past couple of weekends were dedicated to a place a guest will never see: the area under the stoop.
(yes, we didn’t think this through) Continue reading
I’m told that our neighborhood boasts some of the largest collection of original ironwork in all of Brooklyn. Rows upon rows of ornate stoop railings in block after block of brownstone homes.
As is the case with pretty much every surface of our house, our railings are caked up with paint and they are peeling. Water is the arch nemesis of ironwork, so it’s super important that the paint be in good condition to prevent rusting.
Our newel posts looked like this:
Gross, right? The first we* attacked it with our trusty PeelAway 6. It worked OK, but since we were working outside we decided to give harsher chemicals a try (Zip Strip). It worked OK, too – but not that much better. Because the third time is the charm, we tried a heat gun. Our previous concerns of scorching woodwork didn’t apply here, so we went to town:
Worked pretty well. It was great to see all that detail that had been lost under the gobs of paint. Here is the after shot with a coat of primer:
There is still a long way to go to get all of our railing stripped. The newel post itself took about 2 days. The weather has been making progress slower – all this rain makes it difficult to camp outside for any length of time.
* by we I really mean the Hubs. I had nothing to do with this project, other than the occasional cheerleading.
It’s impossible not to be excited about spring when this is the first thing we see when we wake up:
Disclaimer: we haven't painted our bedroom yet. The color (and terrible paint job) pre-date us.
Sure conventional wisdom cautions against planting too early. Freak snowstorms or icy frost can kill even the hardiest of plants. But last week common sense was not at an all time high around here. As a result….
Pretty perennials
And something I’ve been meaning to do since, well… forever:
English Boxwood bushes flanking the door
Seeing such a close shot of the door reminds me we need to give it a little love at some point. In the mean time, or at least until the next frost, this too is hanging out on the stoop:
I'm all about pink flowers this season
A Pink Brownstone in Brooklyn 