Arty farty Friday

plaster continent

Chim chiminey, chim chiminey

A diamond in the rough- that's how I saw this beautiful piece of functional brickwork in the attic. With love, imagination, hard work, plenty of elbow grease, and music blasting in the background I uncovered this treasure and made it glow.



over 100 years of soot

However, I have incurred the wrath of Brewey and Two-Heads because they are now tasked with re-pointing it all, and with plastering up to each brick to finish the job.

Here's where we're at so far;


before work started



top section and right side scrubbed

excess mortar needed to be chipped away

sore fingers

 

You can see the straight lines where the plaster board was cut to fit. The walls will be plastered over right up to each brick, and after the re-pointing has been done I'll seal the bricks (I'm sure Google will give me advice).

 

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TJ's domain



apprentice sparky laying cables

Tony set TJ to work laying the electric cables for the lights and the fire-detection system (it's probably called something else more technical, but you get the idea). The boys worked away placing sockets and lighting positions, Tony all the while explaining why cables shouldn't have kinks in them, how three-way switches work, and all that kinda stuff.



time for a break

They worked their socks off for hours, and TJ ran I don't know how many trips down to the ground floor to collect tools and equipment, like a real apprentice. He never shirked, never complained, took pride in his work, while Tony heaped on the praise, and asked loads of intelligent questions. Tony was in his element. He now has a buddy to help him re-wire the rest of the house in the coming months.






 

Later that week TJ 's mate George came round. Once TJ had shown him round the attic and explained what he planned to put where, George stated that this was going to be his second home from now on.



TJ shows George his lair

making his mark



Stairs in situ

I'd have loved to have been a fly on the wall when they were installing the staircase. But seeing it for the first time as I turned on the landing I was awestruck. In fact I welled up; it really is a beautiful thing. I'd seen attic stairs on t'interweb and had never been inspired so I had no input in their design, except that I wanted them as open as possible.

sexy underside

I never dreamt that they'd be so beautiful. The angles. The turns. The angles. The negative spaces. And the angles. I've asked Two Heads to be as sympathetic as possible when boxing in the underside of the stairs, to follow the angles and triangles. He knew exactly what was after. In fact he said that if I wasn't happy with his first attempt he'd strip what I disliked and try again.


 

There's an exciting space underneath the stairs too, which is going to be such a feature. The joiners are coming later this week to add the bannister and spindles. We've opted for square spindles for the time being, to match the rest of the stairs. Eventually we'll replace with wriggly groovy ones, but it's such a big job that for the time being we're just keeping it simple.



turns beautifully

temporary bannister

I'd have liked to use the salvaged bannister on the new stairs but it isn't long enough. I'm keeping it anyway as I'm sure I'll find a use for it.


salvaged bannister







Staircase to heaven



can you tell what it is yet?

Sorry for the pun post tile but I couldn't resist. The staircase we're getting has been designed & made by Kev the Stairs. In fact everyone working on the house so far has a great nickname; our builder is called Brewie and our plasterer is Ian Two-Heads.  I'm not sure of the plumber's nickname but I bet he has one. Does that mean I need a nickname too? Answers on a postcard.
Anyhoo, a week after Kev the Stairs had measured up and drawn the plan, the staircase arrived in pieces. I'm not the most spatially aware person, so the sections were an enigma wrapped in a conundrum. But they look beautiful.

I have no idea what finish we'll go for on the stairs. I fancy stripping them to some extent but I'm conscious of the fact that there'll be feet thundering up and down so some kind of carpet or runner will probably be the most practical. I have a Pintrest account where I'm storing images of ideas. For those who don't now, Pintrest is an online scrapbook you can create for yourself, and I have pages on kitchens, bathrooms, lino cut artists, garden designs, homeware, and other assorted pages. The good thing about Pintrest is that when you find an image, say of your dream cooker, when you 'pin' the image it also attaches the page from the site you found it on, so I can click on the image in my scrapbook and it takes me to the online store I found it on.

Krypton factor

I digress, and I am prone to do. I mean, why use one word when you can use a dozen? Brewey and Two Heads worked hard on flooring the attic, covering the gaping hole of a stairwell with scaffold boards to deter accidents. At this stage everything is looking stripped and raw. It was a nervous tie for us. Tony walked through the front door one day and exclaimed 'Steph, we've broken the house!' And I knew exactly what he meant.

weird assortment of found objects

safety is paramount

Progress

The attic shaped up quickly.

Rebecca by the window





Soooo much light and another window yet to come
 

The only way is up

I have always dreamt of having a garret to dwell in, make art, think, sulk, cry, dream. And TJ always said he wanted to live in an attic. Rebecca wants a basement, but there's none in this house. But there is a big attic. So we got chatting in the pub, as you do, and found that a mate of ours who lives down our new street, a taxi driver called Brian, has his attic done without lowering the first floor ceiling. So we went to have a look, and liked what we saw. Long story short (too late!) we got cracking. Well, not us, but our tame builder. Now Brian had told us it was messy; he'd gone on a foreign holiday for a fortnight while he'd had his done.  But nothing prepared me for the mess this made. A century of soot. Wow. It went EVERYWHERE. But the space it's made is beautiful. But I'm just going to show you some teasers today;



The landing cupboard is gone and a hole is made in the ceiling

Stacked flooring

Rebecca plays in the muck

Tony is sooty



decapitated sparrow

Wood glorious wood

 Imagine my delight as we lifted the carpets in the study. Wood. Real wood. And good, real wood at that. The master bedroom floor is just as good. I want carpets mostly, but in the study I'd love a restored wood floor with a HUGE rug, amongst walls of bookcases. Some of the floorboards in the study have been sawn into sections to access the central heating pipes below, but there's plenty of full ones we can pinch from elsewhere in the house. I don't want them sanded pristine, though. I want to keep the texture, and just clean off the muck before I varnish them.

There's a concrete (?) hearth in the study that is cracked in places and is proud of the floor. There won't be a fire in the study so I'd like this dug out so I can run the floorboards all the way to the wall.
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