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Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Mini Project: Restoration Hardware.

Not the store. I mean, I actually like Restoration Hardware and before the kids were more than a random ovum perched on the precipice of fertilization, we found the sweetest, softest teddy bears on clearance there, and I bought them as Kyle watched in veiled horror because why are you buying stuffed animals for imaginary children and lo and behold, within six months Kiedis was wreaking havoc upon my poor, unsuspecting uterus.

No, this is far less exciting than shopping.

As you may recall, this is what the now master bathroom looked like when we moved in:
That's actually sort of the divider between the master bedroom and master bathroom, but you get the gist.

Anyway, those cabinets there were leftover from when this room was the original kitchen, and as we tore them out I realized that everything involved was actually pretty quality -- not how they were maintained, mind you, because the coats and COATS of paint and runny stain were painfully apparent, but that the doors were solid wood and the hardware was heavy and actually kind of intricate.

So, in all honesty, I hoarded all of it -- the cabinet doors, shelves, everything -- in the basement for a while. Then, in an attempt to clean the basement, it hung out on the side of the house for a while until our redneck neighbors decided that somehow that was trashier than the tarps they had covering the back of their house or the scaffolding on the side of their house and called the housing department on us.

In the face of having to dispose of nearly three years of various demolition stuffs, I realized I had no practical use for specific cabinet doors, but the hardware -- that could be repurposed. So in the blazing summer heat (it was literally 104 F that day) while still sporting nearly all of my post-pregnancy weight from Tova (so, it was hot, I was fat and very sweaty) I painstakingly removed as much as I could salvage, as some of it had rusted while being outside to the point of corrosion, and I couldn't muscle it off.

(And this is where I interject that before we'd moved stuff outside, I had asked Kyle to remove all the hardware for salvage and he told me he had -- I was super pregnant at that juncture -- and so I didn't worry about things rusting and corroding until I happened to look at the pile of detritus outside one day and realized all of the hardware was still on the doors and then I stormed back inside and Kyle and I got into it about trustworthiness and secrets and lying and it became much bigger than just the hardware BUT, LESSON LEARNED FOR HIM.)

SO. I kept the hardware in a Ziploc bag in the tool area for another year and a half, pretty much forgetting about it until I would have to move the VERY HEAVY bag and remembering that I needed to figure out how to deal with all that.

Fast forward to last week, where I was feeling stir crazy about house stuff because we're a whole lot of stuck on a number of projects. I had vaguely remembered a post on Brooklyn Limestone about how to boil paint off of old hardware, and I ended up finding this post from First Home Dreams (imma have to read this blog a bit more, looks right up my alley) that gave me some extra pointers.

After I got the kids down for a nap, I decided it was time to get to work.
Mini Project: Cleaning 115 Year Old Hardware.
I'll get to the rest on Thursday, so I can give you a proper write-up on it all (the good! the bad! the horrifyingly stinky!) and to give me some time to tackle Phase Two of this project ... because like all things with this house, this task has ended up being about ten times harder and more complicated than it originally appeared.

At least I have stuff to blog about, right?

The Year of Fruition

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