Living room doors
Despite constantly pulling out the tape measure I’m always surprised by the size of things in real life once delivered. So when the new (reclaimed) doors were strapped to the roof of car I had to wonder whether I’d been looking at the wrong measurements. Apart from being incredibly heavy they seemed huge.
But once propped up against the wall they seemed more or less normal
The doors had been stripped and as they will be doors to the exterior they will need to be painted. On the outside they will be green but on the inside I am still slightly unsure as whether to leave them as is or to paint.
This is them from the outside – ignore the orange this just masking tape. They are currently in Fired Earth’s Wild Olive but I’m struggling a little bit with the underlying yellowness of this green so they may end up being Farrow and Ball’s Caulke Green. Like Little Bear said they will need lots of layers of paint on the outside so it’s not a complete waste.
I once had a flatmate from Japan who told me she found it strange that we mostly lived in second hand houses. Personally I’ve always preferred the character of old houses and while appreciating the clean splendor of modern builds, I couldn’t imagine living in one – unless of course it was coupled with an expansive ocean view or verdant greenery.
When I moved in I was aware that there was a bit of junk in the attic but having filled the place with my own junk I wasn’t in a hurry to delve into anymore boxes than I had to. In recent weeks the personalities of the previous inhabitants have started to emerge.
The house was built around 1850 as servant quarters to a large manor house that has since been turned into a municipal building and from what I understand my property has not changed hands too many times since. So here are some snapshots from the attic, starting with something grizzly from the 70’s…
Less said about these the better.
What I found next was entirely fascinating and had me musing about how bereft we should feel about the loss of letter writing and printed photos. I found a little cache of letters which I have only briefly looked at but none-the-less felt charmed by the writers hand and the civility with which the correspondents addressed each other.
This letter is dated 8 December 1940, the person explains how she has moved away from Southampton as it’s been bombed and most of the shops are gone. The writer explains that the town is destroyed and that all their windows and doors were blown in, and for twelve nights they had very little sleep.
The latest find however is a clothes dryer, I have no clear idea of it’s age I guess it could be from any time from the late 1800’s onwards but I’m going to find a suitable place in the house to resurrect it. I’ve waxed it and little bear made a minor repair. The wood has come up very nicely, the pulleys are still in working order, it’s really just the ropes that will need replacing as they are layered in ancient dirt.