I drive my poor husband crazy working on it, or rather, undoing undoing undoing. Ripping into drywall, tearing out walls, trying to get down to the bottom layers, the oldest wood. I am constantly ripping out carpet to expose the original floors, stripping paint, moving furniture from room to room while I attempt to resurrect the old stuff...the cool stuff. He patiently trips. And cusses.
So I am really fracking good at demolishing but a carpenter I am not. I try, but he teases I have our entire home hanging together with duct tape and a finish nail. So far she is still standing. (Only because I once had to crawl through a hole to get under our house, then scootch as flat as possible on my back, holding a bottle jack, with my nose almost touching the floorboards to jack up our sinking floors.) spiders claustrophobia
I have been holding off starting some more work in our kitchen/dining room, simultaneously being in a bartering stand-off with a junk store owner for a piece I was dyyyyyying to put in my dining room. Unexpectedly, I won! (yesssss) And came home with this amazing beauty. It is from "Thunderbird Welding" a 1950/60 era business that was over the mountain by Steamboat Springs. It is hand cut and welded from heavy iron. The worn blue and red patina is to die for. And it is heavy as hell.
This is the "Before". We had already added the rusty corrugated tin wainscot and now to get rid of the drywall and expose the original timber wall
nothing as fun as a wonderbar I always say!
Just as I suspected some amazing god damn wallpaper. Layers of amazing god damn OLD wallpaper!!!!!
My dad is nice and helps me hang the sign.
But in the meantime...here is a view with a portion of the finished look: