A project I started in the middle of April last year has yet to be completed.
The front vestibule to our home is approximately 4 feet x 4 feet. It’s actually an “airlock” There’s an interior door and and exterior door with just enough room in between to swing open the front door . It’s really the last frontier of our home. Completely untouched since I bought our house
12 13 years ago.
The doors and trim are all original arts and crafts style oak. The floor is a shame, and frankly so is the trim. There are precious and beautiful gems waiting though. The gems are waiting under coats of paint. It’s taken tons of elbow grease to remove the paint and I’m probably only half way done. The idea that this vestibule will be the portal to our magical, sweet little home is the what keeps me going.
The floor is the cheapest quarry tile money can buy. It’s ugly, gets stained and cracks. The funny thing about the floor? The vestibule is actually built on the porch floor. So it’s cold as hell in the winter and hot as hell in the summer. (Cold and Hot as Hell? Does that even make sense?) Which, if you think about it, is the perfect transition space into our home. (It also doubles as a winter fridge. I know, I know. Don’t judge.)
So, the quarry tile will be crushed and removed to the tree lawn on garbage day. The rest of the paint will be removed. The trim and doors will be refinished. The walls will be patched, painted and stenciled. There will be new fixtures. And then it will be done. I’ll probably complete the process by laying down in the vestibule in sheer exhaustion and happiness. Much like I do when I finish the garden every summer.
UPDATE: I’ve decided to hire the rest of this job out to a true professional. The trim needs to be removed and stripped and I’m afraid I’ll tear the plaster completely from the lathe in the process. And then still have to strip the wood, then patch and paint the plaster. Time to call in the cavalry.