11. Lights, Hardware, Action?

The kitchen cabinets are looking creamy and shiny — the luscious color of steamed milk. They are ‘curing’ in the garage bedroom, and before we leave them for awhile, I have a confession to make : I spent as much on the new hardware for them as we spent on the cabinets themselves.

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The bottom two handles are from an antique cupboard that we bought from the E.N. Miller Antique Mall (***** 5 stars) in Verona last year. It is the bottom to an old schoolhouse cupboard that held art supplies. We will be using it as the island in the kitchen. It has great charm, but could be considered by some to be in rough shape. More on its transformation later…

The handles are wonderful — old, heavy, off-set pulls — and I wanted those exact handles for the other cabinets. I found them online at VanDyke Restorers. I’ve blanked out how much they were individually, but the final total was about $280. (I missed out on the sale price by “thinking” about whether I really wanted to spend that much. When I made the decision to buy — a day later –they were two dollars more!)

I confess to having measured the holes on the cabinets. And I ordered 3″ handles. They don’t fit. The holes are actually 2 7/8″ apart. Stupid me, I assumed that handles were uniform on the half inch. I guess that is modern cabinetry. Carpenter husband assures me it’s only a minor glitch, but the cabinets are painted, and I’m ready to dress them up with their finery, but now we have to drill new holes. Patience is being taught here…

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Painted cabinets awaiting their handles.

The next step is the lighting and that means rewiring (not MY job) before the ceiling can be installed. This is what Michael reads before bed:

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Bedtime reading — It puts him right to sleep!

On to the fun stuff — the lights. Michael hung them temporarily so we could visualize and also see if the kitchen was bright enough. (Yes, at our age we like lots of light — no squiggly bulbs here!)

These are just up temporarily, so ignore extensions cords hanging from them! (We are visual learners…)

The light in the center is over the island; the ones that are pendants are on either side–over the sink and over the pass-through. (I think we will lower them a couple of inches.) I realize that’s backwards and most people have hanging lights over the island, but we tried it and like this better. It’s more symmetrical, and I like symmetry! A LOT! When I see the asymmetrical, I want to go fix it.

And now, back to the island cabinet…Michael spent many hours on these beautiful doors:

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The center of the doors was originally veneer. It was warping and buckling so I scraped it off, and we decided to put thin wainscot on because that’s what is on the inside of the cupboard. They looked like this:

Before…

He painstakingly beveled all the edges and then had to get just the right stain mix to match hundred year old wood.

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The mixologist at work…

We also spent time researching what kind of finish was on the cabinet and how to clean it. The librarian did the research, the woodworker did the experimenting. (What a team!) We determined it was lacquer and cleaned it with a mixture of linseed oil and turpentine. They were detailed instructions and if you want the full article on cleaning and restoring shellac, lacquer, or varnish you can find it here. http://www.ca.uky.edu/hes/fcs/FACTSHTS/HF-LRA.053.PDF We still aren’t finished with the cupboard, but it looks lots better already, and the doors look like they were original.

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With the temperature hitting 100 degrees, we were glad to work inside in air conditioned comfort.

How amazing that we have air conditioning in our humble cottage when our walls look like this:

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and this:

It looks like someone took a shotgun to it, but it was really just Clara’s picture wall. It was covered with photographs. She must have moved them around a lot…

(Sigh…)

Patience is being taught here…

10. Clara’s Kitsch

July 12 is the first anniversary of when we buried Clara and cancelled the auction of Apple Hill Cottage. So Clara, this one’s for you…)

Hello Readers,

Today we are trying something new. Reader interaction! Most of Clara’s Treasures that she sold in the Gazebo Tree House (you should read the first post–Apple Hill Cottage : the Story here) were taken away by the auctioneer when the house was being cleaned out and readied for auction. But not all! I’m undecided about what to keep and what to toss, so you get to vote! Below are pictures of some of her Kitschy Treasures. (I am decidedly NOT a seventies fan, so this is especially difficult for me.) So with your help, we can figure this out. Look at the items, read the captions, then get busy and vote. You can leave comments, too!

Clara was from Colton, a small town in California outside of San Bernardino. She met Joe, a soldier from Pine Bank, and when they married, he brought her to Greene County. Talk about culture shock! This is on the wall outside by the door.

Clara had all sorts of plaques, signs, and wooden shelves. This one was hanging above the pantry door, where else?

I think I saw something very similar to this switch plate at Anthropologie… Well, not quite…

The color don't go with our day-core… We saw a red one for sale in a shoppe for $60.

The color don’t go with our day-core… We saw a red one for sale in a shoppe for $60.

There are two of these wooden butterflies on the chicken coop–one on each corner. I don’t know, could they be painted up?

This is on the outside of the house by the front door.

This is also on the outside by the front door. I took down the high one above the door–I was afraid it might fall on someone’s head. That would really be bad luck!

This is a cast iron shelf with a metal towel bar underneath, about 15″ long. The colors are bad in this photo, but it’s orange, of course. Her favorite color. Paint it? Ditch it?

Okay, ladies and gentlemen, Go to it! The Poll is below. You may vote for as many as you like, and the poll stays open until Sept. 30, 2012. Have fun!

9. Our Neighbors, the Cows

Readers and friends — This is my seventh day in a row here ‘down on the farm’. All the oil paint fumes may be affecting my brain — hence this post. Although I’m getting the hang of IPhone posting — the photos all went where I wanted them to go, and I didn’t lose any text!

Our new neighbors moved in around the middle of June. I walked up yesterday morning to borrow a cup of milk and introduce myself. Some of them were quite friendly.

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We’ve been waiting for them to move in for several months. Next to our yard is an overgrown field filled with brambles and wild berries. Michael is planning on mowing paths through it so we can actually pick the berries and make jam, but I think that is next year’s project.

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In the meantime we’ve been enjoying a few on our morning cereal, but I’ve noticed while picking them, that the best berries are always out of reach! Hmmm…think there’s a moral there?

Back to our neighbors: Next to our blackberry bramble patch was another similar patch. Last year the humans who own that part of the hillside began clearing it. They left some tall trees and fenced it in very nicely. We’ve been waiting for the cows to move in; all spring we could hear them gently lowing from fields afar. It was peaceful.

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Three weekends ago they moved in, and they were not happy tenants! The grass wasn’t green enough, it was too hilly, and it was a very long walk, uphill, to the barn! (They are just like us — the grass was up to their ears and they still complained.) Everyone was upset and many of them were very vocal. Loud bellowing, cursing, and general anger over the new digs abounded. We watched (and listened!) with interest from our back deck. It certainly wasn’t the peaceful lowing of contented cows!!

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At dusk their humans arrived on 4-wheelers to assuage them. (Yes Flossie, it IS a long way to the barn if the humans have to come on wheels.) This was only partially successful. The humans determined that no cows were actually injured in the move and left (presumably back to the barn where the cows also longed to be).

The bellowing continued into the night. Think of living next door to a train track and the train whistle blowing every five minutes — just as one has drifted off… One particular fellow was extremely bellicose. His vocalizations started out as a bass and ended as a soprano! How could I have ever thought it was pleasant? Or peaceful? It’s all about proximity.

The next two weekends they were gone, but yesterday morning they appeared again. “The cows are back,” I said as I jumped up from breakfast on the back deck and went to introduce myself properly. Our neighbors seem to have settled in to the back forty. This time they were quite friendly — only a few quiet moos. No one seemed to have any milk to lend though. I don’t know; is it impolite to eat your neighbors? (See post Owed to Dad for a conversation about eating cows…)

20120706-171944.jpgI’ve always loved cow books. Here are some fun books about cows:

Moonstruck: the true story of the cow who jumped over the moon Gennifer Choldenko

The Tiny Tiny Boy and the Big Big Cow  Nancy Van Laan

I Never Saw a Purple Cow and other Nonsense Rhymes  Emma C. Clark

The Cow who Wouldn’t Come Down  Paul Brett Johnson

There’s a Cow in the Road Reeve Lindbergh

What a Wonderful Day to be a Cow Carolyn Lesser

Daisy the Firecow  Viki Woodworth

Metropolitan Cow Tim Egan, and of course,

Click Clack Moo: cows that type Doreen Cronin