Finished Side Door

Posted on February 18, 2015 by Jef

And here is yet another small fraction of the house that I’m not ashamed of.

The side door project is now complete. Fully complete. Typically, any project I do has some residual “punch list” items that I never get to, such as touch up painting or recessing the nail heads and filling them with wood putty or stupid stuff like that. But this project is one of those rare gems that I saw through to final completion. If only I got to invoice someone for my troubles.

Anyway, it is FANTASTICALLY better than the old door. Just look down a bit and you’ll see the Before Picture. This is a door we see and use every day. It welcomes us home from wherever our day took us, and it begins our journey into the outside world (or just to take out the trash). The old door was a cadaver, barely clinging to its rusty hinges, begging to be put out of its misery. Our new door is vibrant and cheerful. We’re very, very happy with it.

Here is the door being painted (which took about nine hours total, I think this pic was taken during hour three). We painted the inside only and left the outside stained wood. There’s a lot of detail in this door for the accent color to paint. We used two colors, a deep purple with a sort of lipstick accent color.

From the outside, more stately and less whimsy, but still a very attractive door.

And here’s a sneak peek of what’s coming, as I continue my way around the interior of the house, ripping out paneling and stair treads like there’s no tomorrow. Those stairs, and the closet underneath, are going to be a major challenge. I’m just doing the landing right now, a mere two stair treads worth of stairs, and it is very slow going.

The Actual Cost of a Salvage Door

Posted on February 8, 2015 by Jef

Salvage Door: $40, plus tax.

Ferry trip to get to the mainland and back with the door: $58

Gas: $8

Tool wear and tear: $5

Fasteners and miscellaneous hardware: $2.50

Doorknob and deadbolt: Free, just use the existing crappy ones so all the keys still match.

1×6 Douglas Fir planks: $112. (For that price, next time I’ll just cut down a tree)

Labor: Free, though in all fairness, in the time it took me to fix up this door I could have watched District 9, Gladiator, Season 6 of The Shield, the extended versions of all of the Lord of the Rings movies, Skyfall and Casino Royale.

Dowel: Free, I got dozens lying around for scrap.

The correct size dowel that you don’t have lying around and have to go buy at the hardware store: $4.35

22 Festool sanding discs: $16.50

Stain, primer, paint, and about 24 feet of frog tape: $54.67 (that frog tape is a little steep)

Cat in a sink: Free. Good luck washing your hands.

Solid brass hinges in Oil Rubbed Bronze (TM) that will never ever rust: $75.

Amount of sleep I’ll lose because the door is asymmetrical: 0.0 hours.

Using the old door for thrown weapons practice: Okay, that is priceless.

How much do I hate this door?

Posted on January 25, 2015 by Jef

It doesn’t close right. The veneer is peeling off. The plastic strip holding that awful stained glass window is permanently filthy. The hinges are rusted. Carpenter ants refuse to eat it. It gives me bad dreams. If we had neighbors, they would all make fun of us.

It was atrocious before, but now that I’ve refinished the area around it, it looks even worse.

I hate that door so much that I bought a salvage door that does not fit and promised myself I would do whatever it takes to make it work. The salvage door is too short, too wide, and in poor shape. But I figure maybe I can trim it down to size, add a little wood to the bottom to make it longer, and give it a little architectural detail and maybe it’ll be an improvement over the existing door.

Okay, let’s face it. a plastic curtain hanging from a rusty chain would be an improvement over the existing door.

First thing I wanted to do is fill that inset area with some planks to give it a little interest. I’ll put four vertical slats in its length, placing them over the rectangle of low grade plywood and making the door a little beefier and solid.

It’s time to attack them with a router bit and give them a nice border. I chose a cove router bit (quarter circle) since it goes with the existing edge in the inset. I had to shape the end grain too, generally a recipe for lots of splintered wood, but I’m desperate here.

One trick I use when routing against the grain is to take a sharp knife and cut along where the router will cut. It’s an extra step and it takes a bit more time, but it really helps avoid the exit wounds left by the router.

Nice, clean cuts. And I haven’t even sanded yet.

I considered a number of ways to fasten these boards to the door. I don’t think I can get enough pressure on them that glue will hold well over time (this is an exterior door, after all). I’m going to use pan head screws from one side, and put pegs in the holes. That should make a nice tight fit, invisible from one side, with some architectural detail from the other.

Back to the door. It had a weather strip around the outside that needed to go. It put up a fight, but when threatened with a knife it finally surrendered. Next weekend I’ll cut it to size and see if I can get it fitted and mounted.

Dining Area Wall

Posted on December 28, 2014 by Jef

Another 15 feet of paneling has been successfully replaced.

My drywall skills are getting better, I think. Can’t even see the seams this time.

That side door looks really awful now. I don’t think it’s going to last much longer before I cut it up into firewood. The veneer is peeling off, the glass is revolting, and it doesn’t even close correctly. I’d be better off with a sheet of plywood affixed to the door frame with duct tape.

Impatience is a Virtue

Posted on December 27, 2014 by Jef

Before, depicted above.

I can’t renovate the entire house at once. I wish I could, but I can’t. I have a full time job, a non-infinite supply of cash, and a one-person army to tackle all these projects. When I take down that paneling, it’s just me and a crowbar. When I cut sheetrock and screw it into studs, it’s only one guy measuring and marking and fastening.

Nonetheless, I am compelled to rip every sheet of paneling off the wall as fast as I can, to tear out every piece of old trim, and to exorcise this house of every remnant of its dated past, and revitalize it with something new and improved.

That’s not blood up there, it’s wood stain. (The blood I’ve shed on this project is much more than a few little spatters, but I digress…)

I drew up those plans in October. I took the paneling down in November. This was a small section of wall, about 15 feet in length, with one window and one door. It should have taken two weekends to take down the paneling, put up new sheetrock, paint it and install trim pieces. No. It’s been about six weeks, and I’ve been sick of looking at it.

Unfortunately, I’ve been working too many hours at my real job. They don’t pay me to renovate my own house, you see. So for weeks upon weeks, I’ve had to live with a garage full of trim pieces set on plastic sawhorses, waiting for their next coat of stain, or polyurethane. Waiting to have a purpose in life, one greater than getting in my way when I had to get a wrench or a screwdriver or something.

Like all my trim pieces, they are custom made. I had to join a couple of 1×4’s, which was a great excuse to use my heretofore unused Grizzly tenoning jig, to make a nice tight tongue ‘n’ groove fitting. Not many people put that much effort in finish trim, but I’m glad I did. The final product fits together very well.

Part of the trim is a band of wood that runs just above the drywall, and I decided to crenelate it with little wooden arches, holding up a small shelf. Gives it a bit of interest. Makes it look nice. And it multiplies the amount of time all this takes by seven.

With this house, I walk a fine line between getting it done as quickly as I can, and still doing the job the way I want it done. I could slap up some cheap drywall and nail in some pre-finished trim, but that wouldn’t be what I want. No, I have to do it the way I want, even if it takes longer to get it all done.

Quantity versus quality. It’s like my internal struggle of yin and yang, a battle of which cat will get to pounce on that red laser dot. Do I take the time to do things the way I want, or do I find a way to get it done quickly?

I finally caught a weekend in which I could work on the house a bit, so I decided to spend every waking moment finishing this stupid wall. I didn’t take many shortcuts, but I took a few, and I can settle for less-than-perfect so long as the job gets done. All the trim pieces have been stained and have two coats of polyurethane (yeah, I’d prefer five, but guess what? this project needs to just get done) so they’re ready to go.

Yeah, that’s another hockey game on in the window’s reflection. Finished pics tomorrow. This project, weeks in the waiting, is finally just about done. All there is left to do is recess a few nailheads, fill the holes with putty and put a little polyurethane on them. I installed the trim tonight while the paint was still wet. That’s always a little dicey, I could have waited until tomorrow when everything would be dry and I would be nice and rested. But instead, it’s all done tonight. Impatience is a virtue.

Shop Time!

Posted on November 22, 2014 by Jef

Got out of bed this morning and decided to make some sawdust. It’s been a busy week at work (which is a real, non-sawdust-related job) and I just needed some time away from the office, so to speak. Plus, I had just torn out a bunch of paneling inside and hung a couple sheets of drywall and needed to cut and fit a bunch of new trim pieces.

For the most part, I’m using finished hemlock for trim pieces. I don’t do much to them, just take slabs and slather it with some stain and polyurethane and nail it to the wall. It’s not real woodwork but it’s fairly economical — I have a whole house to trim and I don’t want to break the bank doing it.

However, I am going to sneak in some shaped and fitted pieces as I can. This time, I got to make a nice windowsill out of one of my favorite hardwoods: red oak. It’s kind of an involved process. I use a 1×6 to nail on top of the rough frame, but I band it with a 1×2 that I do some shaping on over the router. The result looks like a thick plank of wood with a little cove molding across the bottom. I attach the two pieces with wood screws hidden behind oak dowels that look like little buttons going around the band. You can see me drilling out the holes for the dowels above. I know, I know, I could have joined them with hand cut dovetails or run a spline down its length or tongue and groove or some other fancy pants joinery, but I simply don’t have time. I need to get this house finished while I’m still young enough to enjoy it.

The routed piece has some clean lines that give it a little interest. You can see the profile on the end cap above. That rounded cove at the base can be sanded by wrapping sandpaper around a wine bottle cork. If you need an excuse to buy a bottle of wine, there you have it.

Here’s the finished windowsill fitted into place with the other trim pieces around it. They’re just pinned in place with a couple finish nails, I’ll remove them to stain and polyurethane them in the garage. Oak takes a stain very well, accentuating the light and dark color with its alternating waves of smooth and rough grain.

Not sure if you noticed but it seems like every picture I take with the TV in the background, there’s a hockey game on.

Still a lot of trim to cut and fit, and sand and stain and polyurethane and install. Not to mention I need to get some mud on that drywall and sand it and topcoat it and primer it and paint it. Yeah, never a shortage of things to do around here.

Hidden Treasure

Posted on November 15, 2014 by Jef

As I have said before, when you open up a wall in a house you never know what you will find. Carpenter ants, beer bottles, stolen Mafia money, you could find anything.

This time, within this very wall, I found the architectural plans to my house! What a great find! The very blueprints drawn up at a time when the Beatles were invading America, the original detailed plans of this historic sea-view cottage, and hand drawn and annotated the way it was done in the days before ours.

Here you can see, spotted with spider eggs and beer stains, the master plans of the kitchen area, along with jumbled and nonsensical notes of what to put where and whether they maybe needed an electrical outlet.

The bottom half of the plans is the other half of the house, with the toilet and bathtub clearly detailed, as well as the space for the ‘closit’ and a general area to put the bed.

What a remarkable find.

You’re Going To Paint What?

Posted on October 19, 2014 by Jef

Let’s again start with a ‘before’ picture, shall we?

There. That needs few words.

So despite the fact that I’ve already spent some time (and money) in the laundry room, there were still a couple of imperative fixes before I could call it finished. I mean, I need to gut it to the studs and then replace the studs and then pour a new foundation and build new studs and reframe it and sheetrock it and waterproof it and then finish it before it’s truly completed. However, before I do any of that, I can cheaply and quickly do just a couple of things to enhance our lives and make the laundry room a little less terrifying to small children.

Last weekend, with Jamie out of town, I decided I would (1) paint that ridiculous looking wallboard and (2) put up some solid wood trim pieces if for no other reason than to hold it all together for a few more years. And (3) the doorway to the laundry room was too small and prevented the fridge doors from opening all the way. I had to widen the opening by about six inches so the refrigerator could open all the way. That’s kind of important to us, the ability to open the fridge.

When you open up a wall, you never (and I mean NEVER) know what you’re going to get. It’s like rolling the dice. This time, the dice came up Termite Damage. Yay! Pounding on the damaged stud not only produced a little hollow sound and revealed wood that had been eaten through from the inside, but also produced a little pile of very fine powder.

That’s more sawdust than my table saw makes in a cut. Luckily, I observed no living termites and we do have pest control spray for the six leggers every few months so I’ll just mention this to him when he comes around again. I dutifully ripped out every damaged board I saw, replaced them, and moved on.

Catastrophe befell when I was staining the trim pieces. I had everything laid out, and was just starting to slop the stain on when I did a little internal math and realized I had barely, just barely, enough wood stain to treat every board. Okay, then, I reminded myself to be a little conservative and spread it as far as I could. That’s when a board slipped from my tired, oily hands and impacted on the can of wood stain, sending its contents flying through the air and all over the concrete floor of the garage. Not only was my entire can of stain wasted, but a large puddle of it splattered over several boards, saturating them in the thick pigment that usually settles at the bottom of the can. These boards were likely ruined, for I could never mop the stain off them fast enough not to leave a dark inkblot.

The hour was later than I’m comfortable admitting on the internet. I was exhausted to the bone and just needed to finish this one final task, to let the stain dry before morning so I could polyurethane them, and all my boards were completely ruined. What did I ever do to deserve this? How had I offended the woodworking gods to deserve their bitter enmity?

This is Orcas Island. We don’t have a home depot open 24 hours a day. If you’re out of wood stain and it’s the middle of the night, then you’re just out of wood stain. Fatigued as I was, I had to think fast, and I ran to my paltry collection of other wood stains and selected the color closest to what I was trying to accomplish. I mopped the spilt stain off the concrete floor (not my proudest moment) and combined it with a can of what I had, and began recoating all my boards. They looked hideous at first, but with a bit of rubbing and soaking I finally got to a color that I can live with.

You’ll see the results. I’ll let you be the judge.

After two coats of Killz (that didn’t stop stains from seeping through) and two coats of the most expensive cans of Valspar paint I could find, I think the color is going to finally stick to the wall! This wallboard was very damaged, and peeling off the studs so badly that nails and screws could not correct it in places. I managed to at least get it coated so it’s no longer the Toxic Waste Sepia color it used to be, and now it’s a nice shade resembling the frothy green sea.

Look, it’s a laundry room, it’s not the Green Tea Reception Chamber at Buckingham Palace. It’s tight and small, it stores a myriad of cleaning supplies and underused implements, and is pretty much a catch-all of orphan possessions that have no other place to live. But that doesn’t mean it has to look like a root cellar with carpenter ants crawling up the timbers.

I kept the woodwork really simple, using readily available and relatively cheap pre-milled hemlock to get the job done. Lots of hooks and pegs for the tools of the cleaning trade. I didn’t do much to the window area for a number of reasons, not the least of which we’re planning on replacing that window eventually so why bother doing work when I’m going to tear it all up within a year.

This laundry room has five power outlets, four of which work, and I replaced them all with oil rubbed bronze covers. Bronze and copper seem to be the metal fitting of choice in our sea green laundry room, with trim the color of driftwood. It’s just like being on a boat!! Except that you’re not out to sea and you still have a mortgage and have to pay property tax.

The finished room is dramatically different. I cannot overstate how oppressive that old wallboard was, nor can I exaggerate how excited I am at my newfound ability to open the fridge doors all the way. One minor disadvantage from all this renovation is that now you can see a lot of the flaws and cracks and areas of water damage that were once hidden and concealed. In that respect, it’s not that much different than other old-house laundry rooms. These are hard working rooms! It’s not a bad thing to give them a little love once in a while.

Inky’s hobby: trying to fit herself into the smallest sized box possible.

So you still think you want a hot tub?

Posted on September 28, 2014 by Jef

It’s here. Just needs some cleaning, some repair, and some replacement parts. And electrical hookup, and chemicals. Oh, and it’s on its side so it needs to be set down on the ground. But I left it on its side because it’ll be easier to repair some of the things that need repairing.

The deck needed a little patching up.

The frame is perfectly level for now, but eventually gravity will do its job and make it all catawampus.

The controls look pretty fancy. There’s even a key so you can lock your neighbors out.

A path!

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Jef

Really hope this little path helps with tracking mud and pine needles inside this winter. There’s a LOT of landscaping left to do, but this is a pretty big step. We’re going to plant some ground cover in between the cracks of these pavers and I’m fairly confident they will do well. Heck, if we just wait a year we’ll have moss growing in there naturally.