Almost A Ta Daa!!
Previously, on rusty duck..
In a couple of the comments on the last post I was asked how the bedroom is coming on. Well, it’s not quite finished but sufficiently advanced to justify an update methinks.
Before we went away I was working flat out to get it finished.
As I’d done in the study, I wanted to tone down some of the orange in the pine floorboards and achieved it using liming wax. Liming is not really recommended for floors as it doesn’t take the wear and tear. But, it’s a bedroom after all. Bare feet. Socked feet. Soft soled shoes. And in the study it’s still holding up remarkably well. The addition of a protective coat of floor wax has done no harm.
Over 25 sqm it’s still a gruelling job. Not good for ageing knees. We’re now a couple of months further down the line and time has dulled the memory of the pain so it was worth it I think. The colour is now an almost exact match for the lime mortar in the fireplace. (The swatches in the background were for the furniture paint finish, of which more anon.)
Remember how it used to look?
Through December and January the furniture was being made.
The installation started the week we got home. Even before the jet lag had passed.
End of Day 1. Can we safely say this was the low point?
But. Finally. We have moved back in..
Along with another small friend from a recent trip to the coast.
It was touch and go. Getting the furniture out of the bedroom seven months ago had necessitated help. Three of us (OK, two of them) manhandled the bed, chests of drawers and wardrobes down the stairs to the temporary sleeping arrangement in the dining room. On the reverse trip only the bed needed to go back up. The evening the furniture maker left, in a moment possibly fuelled by wine, we decided that the next day we’d have a go at it ourselves. Now in most houses this may not be so hard. But cottage staircases were not built for beds. They are narrow and have low ceilings. And ours describes a full, and tight, 180 degree arc.
Getting the bed to the bottom of the stairs was the easy bit. It’s only a standard double divan but it isn’t a lightweight. Mike went first. He pulled. I pushed. And rapidly discovered that it is the person at the lower end who bears all the weight. I managed to wedge it against one wall. We may have lost some wallpaper. Only a little bit. And didn’t I want to get rid of it afterall?
Halfway. Committed now. It wasn’t that the bed was stuck exactly, it was just that we were having a break, right? I could pass food and drink up to him if it came to it. There’s a loo on both floors. Sleeping would be the hardest bit. Well not for me. I had the sofas on the ground floor.
A final monumental pull/push and we made it. The bed popped out of the stairwell onto the first floor. The mattress to follow it was almost a doddle.
The overall look we were aiming to achieve was minimal and contemporary, with the furniture faced in reclaimed wood.
Towards the end of last year we’d spent many a day trawling the salvage yards looking for old floorboards or something similar. The story was always the same. “They’re very popular you know. We had some beauties in last week and they went out again the very same day.” And then, at the eleventh hour, a consignment arrived at one of our previous suppliers in Dorset. The surface was the perfect colour and beautifully aged but there was a problem. They weren’t the straight edged planks we’d used so many times before but tongue and groove. How would this work for the leading edges of doors and drawers?
Well wait a minute. Why not slice off the tongues from one side of the board and insert them, reverse way up, into the opposing groove?
It’s a detail that finishes off the edge rather well.
Lighting to be sorted out (the bedside lamps are temporary), blinds, a comfortable chair, pictures, a rug.
Crikey, it might even be time for those cushions now..