Remember how I'm doing the kitchen transformation? Well, I just seem to be encountering a catalogue of problems. Not with the paint, that's gorgeous, and in fact, other than my time, there's no problem with me and the part I'm playing. All our problems are with the tradesmen because for once I'm asking them to do small jobs for me. Obviously, at a time of year when they've got big jobs on for people, my small jobs are not the ones they want to do. I've got a feeling I may be learning how to tile when I'm off between Christmas and New year. And so I'm moving on to report on the hall stairs and landing transformation is going. Here goes ...
When we moved into this house over 3 years ago I resigned to the fact that the entrance to the house would be the last to get attention, and sure enough, that's not far off what has happened. It's been so hard living with something so dated but I think the wait is going to be worth it.
What did we start with? Well, the photograph above, which is from the estate agents sales details, describes it all really. A cream carpet went through the whole area. When we first viewed the house we were asked to take our shoes off immediately on entering. There was a small section of laminate flooring at the doorway so that you didn't get the carpet dirty, but honestly, I'm not a fan of asking my guests to walk around in their socks. And that means a cream carpet just doesn't suit our lifestyle.
The walls were covered in woodchip wallpaper and painted an insipid yellow. The wood of the doors, door frames, bannister, newel post and at the side of the stairs had all been stripped back by the previous owner (she was at pains to tell us how she had taken many months to do this), but sadly she had created a mishmash of different colours of stain, and the doors hadn't seen any wax or oil for 10 years or more so were cracking. Oh, and the lighting was straight out of the 1990s version of victoriana. You can also see on the wall to the left there is a phone on the wall - that was the intercom that had been put in for when anyone came to the door, but you could have actually just called "who is it?" through the thin pane of glass. There's gubbins for the alarm there too. She was extraordinarily security conscious.
And so the journey began. Mr B&T became my hero as he stripped the wallpaper because it was a hellish job. No, not because of the woodchip, but because of what was underneath. 150 years of wallpaper and paint - not an easy job for anyone, but for a man with MS, it really wasn't a labour love. I'll share more on that in the next update.