I have been mostly absent from everything except working at the farmhouse and working in my office. We are inside, sanding walls, painting walls, trimming out windows and doors and thinking about what to use for the kitchen cabinets. Even though we had a stockpile of wood in the barn, much of it is oak and thick and so heavy. It might become kitchen, it might not. Reclaim is a marvelous thing, but the sorting and selection, cutting and sanding and installation take up lots of time and energy. I am glad we are reusing as much of the wood from the barn as we can. It feels like we are making the house whole again, bring the old back into the old/new. I have kept a few doors in place. The original front door will stay and I have yet to tackle scraping and painting it, but I have washed it down to get ready. A closet door in the front hall will remain as well. The tiny door that opens to the rickety steps down to the basement was in nasty shape, but a good scrubbing with grit cleanser and some chalk paint to distress it and make the old look old/new again is working pretty well. I posted a photo on facebook of our French doors and called our new style wabi sabi rustic reclaim and I think that about suits us perfectly. Expect the imperfect, rustic and mismatched from us always. The tea cup that’s slightly chipped, the tarnished and the tired, but well loved. That is how I would describe how we live. Now for some doors.
The Annie Sloan Arles yellow will be in the kitchen and this door sits in the dining room so I decided to run that yellow in here as well. Not sure it’s done, need to sit with it awhile. More doors trimmed with chunky 2″ thick selections from the barn. Some pine, some cedar?, we are not sure but much darker and sappy. These doors are in the studio which is right off the kitchen and will lead to the deck and gardens beyond(gardens translated: weedy will places the birds adore.
Lots of doors and of course a dog……….
No she’s not in jail, those posts are rebar allowed to slightly rust, then coated with polyacrylic. Did I mention wildness not gardens………..