Saturday, January 31, 2009

Going Green: Jeff is from Mars, Jill is from Venus, and Algore* is totally nuts.


Green tea wall, take one.
A golden bright clear green color, with just a hint of olive.
Monitors vary, so in the interest of tapping in to collective color memory, the wall is the shade of the golden green you see in some variegated apples. Not that I think that description will help much either....

To me, it looked good. I could picture it balanced with the brown upholstery, and a dark green area rug that had other colors as well.
But...I also knew that the color would cause emotional discomfort to the 80% of the population that prefer blue based colors.

Blue based Bernie was OK with it.
Blue based Jeff recoiled.
Out came the color swatches again.
(The poor guy has yet to be wed; any seasoned married male knows better than to deliver negative comment on female paint choices: doing such is pretty much a guarantee of being dragged into a re-painting event. I asked the stream of married electricians, carpenters and drywallers about the color; they all delivered award winning performances of considering the wall color, and color sample #2 before solemnly voting for the color already on the wall.)

The swatch square second from the edge of the above picture is pretty close to our next attempt.

Currently the walls are paint what I would call mint green ice cream with a bit of yellow gold mixed in.

It turns out that the house has a talent for shifting color tones hourly.
I have to see each color in morning, noon, sunset and evening lamplight.
I'd swear each time that the room has been repainted a different color as the day progresses.

The current shade I have only seen in afternoon, sunset (when it went technicolor crazy green) and lamplight.
This morning we'll take another look and decide if this really is the right one.



To clear up some confusion: We will be moving into the house next weekend.
By that I mean we will be vacating our apartment, and moving our apartment furnishings into the ranch house basement.
The furnishing that graced our Houston house will remain in storage here in SLC until the upstairs of the ranch house is finished in early March.
Paying apartment rent, house mortgage and household goods storage (a sizable chunk o' change proposition) added up to a decision to rough it for a month in the incomplete house.
Pictured above: My kitchen in progress.
I'll be cooking with a camp stove and using the snow and an ice chest for refrigeration for the next four weeks.

I'll be walking around the boxes in the living room that hold my spiffy new appliances until the kitchen cabinets arrive.

We women type often show off our latest crafting project that include fancy stitching, beads, baubles and occasionally glitter (looking pointedly at Dawn here.)

In terms of household coziness, you really can't beat a nicely wired sub panel. Isn't it lovely? Isn't it doubly lovely as it is providing what is needed to run the hot tub?

Oh yes, it certainly is.
I may be without a kitchen, and only have one sink and bathroom for a month, but Saints Be Praised, at least the hot tub is bubbling merrily beneath the deck.
That and a glass of wine will smooth over any inconveniences that must be endured.
And probably will make the shade of green on the walls become completely irrelevant after all.
*RE: Algore. Check here for more information about the correct Biblical view about to "going green", which isn't exactly what Al Gore has claimed.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Random Views from the Rambler


The front picture window, living up to its name.

Dawn breaking as viewed from the deck.

Mt. Olympus with fog rainbow
The enormous fir tree in front, covered with powder clots.
A foot of snow fell; all as light as air.
Nine more days until we move in.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

What Our Eagles Are Really Doing Up in Canada...

It pays to keep up in blogdom.
Otherwise you wouldn't know what is really going on out there in the world.
While our "friendly" neighbors to the North chirp merrily about "our" bald eagles perching on their property, those of us in the know "know" that actually our eagles are on patrol.
As they should be.
Read more about why here!
(grin!)

Monday, January 26, 2009

Friends Don't Let Friends Strip Knotty Pine...

I've put another four hours into the five feet of knotty pine paneling stripping. We've gone to using toxic stripper, and it is still just barely moving the gummy paint around. Apparently when the can says "works best at between 65-85 degrees" it really means "this stuff DOESN'T work when it is colder than that, so don't even think about trying to use it in winter!"
The suggestion to use a heat gun is a good one, and I have used those to strip wood in the past. My hands are not as young as they were when I last used a heat gun; I'm positive I would be nearly crippled if I attempted the project using that option.

After removing the chair railing and seeing the original unpainted knotty pine beneath it I was convinced that I would rather not have the rather orangy bare wood anyway, since the fireplace bricks are pinky red with almost orchid colored mortar (those wacky 50's folk and their colorful choices of mortar!)

I've picked out a nice neutral/slightly gray greenish white paint color for the panelling if we can ever get the gloppy stuck paint off the five feet in the one corner. I suppose we could just paint the rest of the room and frame the glop...and refer to it as modern art. I've seen worse sold at six figure prices in art galleries.

At least the green tea paint job looks great in the living room. I'll post a picture of it was soon as a second coat goes on.

I'm wandering around the house with a color sample fan book, trying to imagine what colors to use in the master bedroom, guest room and office. Currently they are painted vivid lime, avocado and taxi yellow, in that order. Hard to imagine other colors when surrounded by those shades.
My interior decorator came and dropped a handful of color swatches in my hand and a list of rooms and numbers to match up.
Not exactly how I was taught to present decorating suggestions when I took interior design in college.
She favored gray: deep blue gray for the living room, dark grayish blue for the master bedroom, deep purple gray for the guest room, gray with a bit of brown for the hallway...most of the rooms are north facing rooms with small windows under deep eaves.
Oh and deep deep gray with a hint of sage for the kitchen. To balance all the woodwork...

In the initial interview with her the only color that I had said we did not like was gray.
At that time I told her that both B. and I work in windowless offices that are painted gray. No gray, please!

Apparently I will soon receive a bill for the two hours of work that were put into grabbing every shade of gray color swatch and handing them over to me. At $75 per hour.

It amazes me that selecting an assortment of gray is billable at such a rate. Needless to say, I won't be using her expertise any further.
Right now we're thinking a midtone coral pink for the master bedroom, lavender blue for the guest room and soft yellow for the office. Or maybe lobster red.
Anything but gray.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Dreaming about Green Tea Ice Cream

We're still on the prowl for color schemes for the house. This article about a 1953 house had the above picture of a flagstone fireplace (LOVE that triangle shape!) and green tea ice cream colored walls.

I like green, and am going to give the color a try today. I think I can see it with a brown Ikea Karlstad loveseat, which could be slipcover changed out to a linen color in summer:




Then two Karlstad side chairs (probably brown or a print) in front of the picture window and a huge ottoman in the middle.(maybe green...)Not sure about lamps and end tables...oh well.



Another helpful resource has been the blog called Your Home and Color Coach. I had been trying to figure out what color the front door should be painted or stained, and posted a question on the site. The suggestion is a dark mahogany color to balance the yellow and coral stones with gray mortar and the red with pinkish mortar bricks. We'll be giving that a try too.


The funky news is that I work for 4 1/2 hours stripping the knotty pine paneling in the basement, and only got about 5 feet of the paneling done in that time. It is a royal mess and my hands and back clearly are not game for the other 20 feet or so of this.

It is possible that it was too cold inside for the non-toxic stripper to be effective (the label suggests using in at between 65-85 degrees, I was in the low 50's.) Since we will be moving into the basement in two weeks, I want new carpeting more than I want knotty pine, and know that stripping the stuff after we get new carpeting is a very bad idea. So I guess I will just prime the area I stripped and paint the whole room instead.

*Maybe* I can still strip the knotty pine in the little sunroom though. The paneling in that room had just a single thin layer of paint.
Anyone heading to SLC who has a yearning to paint feel free to grab a roller and join in!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Slumber Party Fun

Remember when you were a girl and got to go spend the night at a friend's house with a bunch of other girls? Oh yeah, slumber party fun.
Playing with nail polish and hair dos, giggles and secrets to the wee hours of the morning?

Tiggie found himself in the middle of a slumber party this weekend.

He got a new 'do too.
A hair band is a great fun accessory, don't you think?


You just never know what kind of fun will be had when "Sister" Laura comes town.
A blow up mattress and two cats: what could possibly be better than that?

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Kitchen Planning: Head v. Heart

Mid Century (or what normal people call "The 50's") kitchen cabinets usually were a simple slab style of door, if the cabinets were made of wood, such as seen in the picture above.

Often the cabinets were either painted, or birch or a knotty pine.

I have spent two months looking at various styles of kitchen cabinets now, and as I looked I reminding myself of these facts:

A slab door is 1.) the least expensive option 2.) easiest to keep clean 3.) keeps within the style of the house's era. 4.) can be dress it up with hardware.

The "easiest to keep clean" fact speak especially loudly to me.

For the past eight years I have daily dealt with cream colored cabinets that showed newsprint smeared fingerprints and coffee drips from blurry eyed breakfast preparations. The raised panels called for never ending gyrations of spritz and wipe moves on my part to keep the kitchen looking clean.

I swore I would NEVER have raised panel cabinet doors in a kitchen EVER again.

Slab doors were the doors for me!

Yet...even knowing the truth of all those statements above, I would stand and look at slab doors and feel like I was signing up for a "Plain Jane" kitchen.
Oh I have had beautiful mahogany slab doors before and loved them for their simplicity.
And in my head I really wanted to simplify my life...but my heart kept yearning for something different.

Early in the kitchen cabinet style hunt I had several times admired a finish called Whiskey Black.
Each time I had told myself that since it was a finish only available on certain doors with extra detailing, I shouldn't chose it, since I was determined to keep the kitchen cleaning time at a minimum.
Well...the other day we were sent to a show room by our contractor to select some items for the renovation, and B. saw this model kitchen pictured above and...

fell...

in...

LOVE!

Well, actually they aren't really raised panel.

Interestingly, the style and finish is very similar to our 32 year old bedroom set, which B. also selected just before we got married, and which I have always loved.

And yes, I have had to carefully dust those little inset details on the bedroom set about every other month or so too.


The show room had created a custom crown moulding that looked spotty and rather heavy.
We will pass on that feature, but may have a dark smaller crown and toe board created instead.

The cabinet style is by Diamond, the style is called LaGrange, created out of maple, and the finish is a glaze called Whiskey black.

Our oak floors will be close to the same color, but with more grain, which will create more high and low lights.

I don't know whether I will eventually regret not listened to my head, which insisted on either plank or simple frame doors.

All I know is that both my heart and B.'s heart just loved this fussier style.

(It did help in my head that B. has agreed to help with the cleaning...and that while I know the drips and smudges will still happen, at least they will not show so much on wood!)

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Sparkles galore!



Isn't this hat fabulous?

I know it must seem like I have forgotten about the part of "my world" that includes research, reaction and millinery.

Let me just say, no, I still very much love millinery, but a lot of other things have been going on lately.

Doing research on Mid Century Style for instance...

Witness: A vintage 1955 bridal gown, part of a historical gown display shown at the Salt Palace Convention center two blocks from our apartment.



Isn't it fun to see the "back then" style, including a picture of the 1955 bride herself?

A 1978 wedding gown...ah yes, the flounce at the bottom, full sleeves.
Yup, I'd recognize a bridal gown of that era anywhere.


Then there was a gown from just a few years ago. I looked closely at the hand sew flowers tucked on one shoulder and on the hip of the gown.



Wasn't this gown pretty? Apparently it was the gown worn by the daughter of the bride married in the 1978 era gown, who in turn was the daughter of the bride who married in the 1955 gown.

What fun to see the three eras represented.

Isn't it interesting to see how bridal fashions have changed over the years?
I wonder what bridal fashions will look like in the future?
Wonder what a Bride who is getting married, say, in late April of 2009 will chose to wear?
Maybe I should do a little research to see what I can find out.
I'll start by asking a future bride about what she plans to wear.

Maybe it is too soon to really know the answer to that question.



Less than 24 hours after becoming engaged on January 9th 2009 really is a tad soon to be sure of exactly what kind of dress one will be wearing on one's wedding day four months from now in April.



I'm not sure about what kind of dress she will be wearing, but I do know this:
This particular soon to be bride is about to become my daughter-in-law!



Rachel and Jeff...
Seven months ago they met at church.
They fell in love...they prayed...they considered....
they agreed that they want become one in the sight of man and God.
It will be a church wedding in her home town of Santa Rosa California.
We'll have to wait till then to see what kind of dress this 2009 era bride will be wearing.



As well as what kind of cake will be served, and flowers, and invitations and music...things that seem to change with each passing era.

At least the most important part of the bridal wear has already been donned.

The most important part.

The one thing that makes bridal gowns of any era so delightful:

The bride-to-be's smile.

The distinctively radiant smile of joy.

Congratulation Jeff on choosing a lovely bride to be.
Rachel: thank you for agreeing to marry our son!
Mazeltov!
God blessing on you both and all your upcoming wedding plans!

Friday, January 09, 2009

In the beginning, the home owner said: Let there be light...


...And there was light.

A light suspended over the stairs leading to the basement.

(All you retro 50's fans: I know you envy me this...)

Two wall sconce lights, in the living room, across from the fireplace, which could be dimmed for mood setting, to separate bright from darker.

A light suspended above the dining table.
(Susan the Interior Designer loves this one...it is apparently going to be staying.)

A classic single light in the middle of the kitchen ceiling.
(It has a mysterious chip; I wonder what small drama was played out when that happened.)
Modern can lighting will replace it.
Think I should put this one on ebay, even with the little chip?
There was a light in the basement hallway, 'twas painted white.
Outside the same light lit the patio, and it was painted black.
And the current homeowner (me) said:
"These lights are so different than what I usually think of when I am thinking "Let there be light", but I dunno...maybe they will grow on me. Give me some time, maybe I will get used to them."
Today my life had old lights and new shiny things, snow that sparkled and other sparkles as well.
More about the "other" things tomorrow!

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Good to Have Neighbors

It snowed over Christmas, and then the snow melted a bit and then froze again as ice.

Then it snowed some more, and then we finally became owners of both the mountainside house and all of the house's unshovelled walkways and driveway.

Homeowership: it comes with responsibilities.

For the very first time in our married life we suddenly found ourselves with the need of a snow shovel.

As we prepared to go to the hardware store to scope out the latest in shovel options, I suggested buying two shovels, so I could be able to shovel too.

He said "How about I shovel and you watch?"

I may be a blond but I am not a dumb blond. Without a word of argument I quickly agreed to his suggestion.

He test drove a few shovels at the local hardware store, making sure the shovels didn't pull right or left. Finally he found one that was nicely balanced and had a curvy bent handle.

I wondered out loud about why snow shovels seem to come with various shaped handles and widths. He said he liked the bent handled one.

I don't recall exactly what he said about that style that made him prefer it, but hey, it's his back and not mine that will be engaged with working with the tool. Again...I decided not to argue.

Now before we actually got the keys to the house on New Years Eve, we and our real estate agent had hiked through the foot and a half of snow on our driveway and walkway a few times. Naturally that was before we (he) had a chance to shovel.

He gallantly broke in a trail through the snow for us to follow. Luanne and I both admired him for doing that....

Later that evening more snow fell, more snow melted and refroze on New Years Day, and then finally we were able to acquire the above mentioned snow shovel.

Ever heard the expression "No good deed shall go unpunished"?

B. rapidly discovered the punishment for his gallantry. Each place where Luanne and I had followed in his path clearing footsteps had turned into a deep slab of hard ice.

I took the above picture of B. as he started in on his very first snow shoveling duties at our new house.

Three hours and a bag of chemical ice thaw later, the walk way had mostly been cleared and about a quarter of the driveway. The top six inches of powdery snow was a breeze; the compressed snow turned glacier layer was nearly impossible to move.

After he cleared the walkway he took a break and I admired his work. After just a bit he shouldered up the shovel and headed back out, noting that he wanted to have the driveway cleared so when the construction crew arrived the following day, they would be able to park their equipment close to the house.

About the time he had shoveled and scraped a quarter of the driveway clear, a truck stopped out front, and a guy leaned out the window.

"Hey...listen, my mom lives across the street. She has a snow blower. You want to borrow it?"

Now B. is also blond, but like me, he is not a dumb blond.

It was a no brainer: Yes. I would love to borrow the snow blower. And thank you kindly for offering!

Good neighbor Troy went across the street and returned with the blower, yanked the cord to get it started and....

ta DAH!

Just like that the rope broke.

Well, darn it.

Troy and B. chatted a bit about the neighborhood, then B. once again tackled the snow and ice encased driveway.

The going was slow, but steady. After a bit more of the driveway was cleared, B. joined me inside in front of the fire.

Another truck pulled up to the curb out front. Our contractor Clint hopped out, and walked up our now neatly shoveled walkway. He had saw our car and decided to drop by to see what we were up to.

B. greeted him with the report that he had been shoveling the driveway so the construction crew could easily park when they arrived the next day.

Clint shrugged and as gently as he could, informed us that he had planned to have the crew use their company snow blower to clear the driveway when they arrived.

Just standard operating procedures in these snowy parts.

Oh well. As B. put it...it really was great exercise.

And by the way? Actually he does need a few more shovels to keep our walks neatly and efficiently shoveled. We should consider getting straight handled ones to toss snow, and pusher ones to push snow.

But I don't expect him to be using them much.

I don't expect to be watching B. shoveling much either.

You see, we apparently will be living in a friendly and helpful neighborhood.

The next time we were out at the house Troy's mom popped out the front door and called out to us: "The rope is fixed on the snow blower. You can use it any time you want!"

And we will...or rather B. will, and in return he'll be glad to blow the lady's walkways clear as well as our own.

Won't it be great to be neighborly?

(The first picture in this post shows the house across the street that belongs to Troy's mom June. She is a peach; we have already chatted up a storm, and she has given me all kinds of interesting facts about the history of our neighborhood. In her late 70's, she is one very interesting lady.)

Bonus material:

Fiddling around with ideas for the living room and fireplace. I was thinking of replacing the brass fire doors with a black or copper screen pull curtain. The gas log valve is inside beside the gas log which was nearly impossible to access with the brass doors in place.

Clint suggested just removing the doors, pointing out that the screens or doors are designed mostly to keep falling logs in place. No falling log worries with ceramic logs...so off the doors came.

You can see how it looks that way in the picture with B. next to the fire.

I think it looks 100% better without the doors.

I noticed most hotels and resorts don't bother with screens or doors either. I will have to ask about how they deal with keeping wee ones safe; surely if there are safety liability issues they would have already considered it!

I also started fiddling with wanting to see how the flagstone would look if it was washed up.

I rubbed snow on the stones and loved how the stone colors popped out. More snow, more rubbing and I had a view of how the stones would looked if I had them sealed.

I asked Clint about it; he said he had done exactly that with his flagstone fireplace, and really liked how it turned out, and that we should be sure to NOT use a water based sealer, but an oil based one that is available at masonry shops.

Apparently EVERYONE in the area that has a 50's house has a flagstone fireplace...I am not the first to think of this!

Your opinion?

In the picture above, do you prefer the way the wet half looks or the dry half?

Also fiddling with paint colors...peachy shades...

and blue based tan shades.

I used an internet program to see how the room would look with different colors: click here to see the room "re-painted" four different ways. It takes a few moments to load, so be patient.

Way cool!

More voting: which color do you like best?

Christmas is over...the King Cake has come!


My first ever attempt at baking a King Cake all by myself. It smelled great, tasted good and looked totally ghetto...SLC doesn't have purple sparkly cake sprinkles so I had to just use regular sugar and food coloring.
The pecans used in the filling were toasted about 15 seconds too long, and the icing was not as I had hoped it would be.
I can not figure out why my powdered sugar (known as "icing sugar" to the Maple lovers up north) icing always tastes a bit odd. Sort of like tobacco. Not at all like the icing drizzled on pastries from the shops.
The icing recipe called for just the sugar and bourbon. Since the cake was going to be shared at work, (and I wasn't going to buy a bottle of bourbon for just a tablespoon) I used vanilla instead.
I dunno. It just tasted weird.
Any one out there have any guesses why?
It was really fun to introduce my co-workers to the 12th Day of Christmas/Epiphany Tradition of King Cake. In the South, (including Houston) Jan 6th means you can hardly take seven steps in any direction without having a King Cake being offered to you. Gas stations, libraries, dental offices...all of them have the tri-colored pastry, with the tricky to manage hidden baby (or bean or coin) baked inside.
Tricky because if you get the slice with the baby, you are then obligated to bring a King Cake to the next party or get together. Thankfully the colorful cake is readily available at all southern grocery stores, and come with a wide variety of yummy fillings, so it isn't too hard to fulfill your obligations should you get the lucky baby.
The tradition makes for a lot of fun: Have King Cake, have party!
King Cake are traditionally only to be baked and served between Jan 6th (Epiphany, celebrating the Three Kings arriving to worship the Baby Jesus) and Fat Tuesday, the day before Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent.
Go ahead, you've still got lots of time to appropriately bake up your own King Cake and start a new tradition with the family and friends in your area!
The best part of bringing a King Cake to work?
Watching the locals eye the cake with deep suspicion (purple, yellow and GREEN???) and then deciding it was really good.
The sweetest part?
Seeing the faces of those who have spent time in the South light up when they saw the cake.
"KING CAKE!!!!!" they squealed. "Oh how I have MISSED King Cake!"
Yes, the Holy 12 Days of Christmas are now officially over.
"Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez"
(Translation: Let the good times roll! Application: Do your Dieting during LENT!)

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

The New York T*mes says this about KP.

UPDATE on previous post.
Maybe KP is more upscale than I first thought...

September 13, 2001

Designers Say Knotty Is Nice
By FRED BERNSTEIN

THE big debate began -- as debates often do -- with the decision to save money.
When it was time for Martha Pilgreen, a Boston architect, to panel the walls of her new weekend house in Truro, Mass., on Cape Cod, she specified No. 2 pine -- the kind with knots. ''Knotty pine costs half as much as clear,'' she noted. And Ms. Pilgreen, a modernist, planned to have the walls painted white. But after the boards were installed, her husband, K. Michael Hays, told her that he wouldn't mind leaving them unpainted. ''I thought he was joking,'' said Ms. Pilgreen, who associated knotty pine with moosehead-adorned rec rooms of the 1950's.
Soon, Professor Hays, who teaches architectural theory at Harvard and is the adjunct curator of architecture at the Whitney Museum of American Art, was bringing home books on the Finnish architect Alvar Aalto, who occasionally designed with knotty wood -- in an effort to convince Ms. Pilgreen that nature's design could coexist with hers.
''I wasn't having any of it,'' she recalled.
Time was on Professor Hays's side (the house wasn't ready for painting), and so, it turned out, were friends of the couple. Over the summer, hordes of them, including prominent architects, voted on what the couple came to call the knotty-or-nice question. And guess which side won?
''My friends deserted me,'' Ms. Pilgreen lamented.
Knotty pine, the backdrop of so many spin-the-bottle games, is back. Tyler Brûlé, the editorial director of Wallpaper, chose a knotty pine room in Germany as a setting for a layout in the debut issue of his fashion magazine, Spruce. ''Ten years ago, you could only use knotty pine ironically,'' Mr. Brûlé said. ''Now, everyone's thinking Alpine chic.''
In what may signal a pendulum swing away from white-on-white modernism, or a return to homey comfort amid economic uncertainty, people who would have shuddered at knotty pine a couple of years ago are embracing the warm wood. Credit a recent crop of Swiss and Scandinavian designers for making, in Professor Hays's words, ''natural wood modern again.''
Suzanne Slesin, who has written books on the influence of modernism on interior design, now edits HomeStyle, which shows a knotty pine interior in its current issue. ''More and more people are starting to ask themselves, 'What do I give up if I go totally modern?' '' Ms. Slesin said.
The producers of ''The Deep End,'' a moody thriller set on the shores of Lake Tahoe, gave the heroine (played by Tilda Swinton) a home paneled in knotty pine. ''It not only worked with Tilda's coloring, but it was a way of signaling domesticity,'' said David Siegel, one of the directors.
The other director, Scott McGehee, joked, ''It's nice to unconsciously become part of the zeitgeist.''
Knotty pine might be expected on Lake Tahoe. But the room in HomeStyle, decorated by Steven Gambrel, is on Georgica Pond in East Hampton. ''It's got very sophisticated furniture, and the knotty pine brings a sense of comfort and coziness,'' Ms. Slesin said.
It is easy to decorate with knotty pine because ''it gives character to a room and ties the other elements together,'' Mr. Gambrel said. ''It's basically a golden hue, with ruddy highlights. So I picked up on the texture, using nubby linens, and filled the room with warm sepia tones.''
Gene Colandro, a New York interior designer, devised a barn-theme bedroom this summer for a 12-year-old equestrienne on the Upper West Side, with a custom-made knotty pine bed area and ''hayloft,'' knotty pine furniture and even a knotty pine Venetian blind.
After seeing the new issue of HomeStyle, Steve Knollenberg, an interior designer in Detroit, reconsidered plans to repaint the kitchen in his 1940's cabin on Lake Michigan, where knotty pine extends to a scalloped valance over the sink. He had painted the knotty pine in his living and dining rooms white, using an undercoating called Kilz (www.kilz.com), which prevents the resin in the knots from soaking through. But now he may leave the kitchen walls au naturel. ''A couple of years ago, I wouldn't have considered it,'' he said. .
Mr. Brûlé, of Wallpaper, who is based in London, said he grew up in Canada with a bedroom suite of blond knotty pine, adding, ''By the time I was 16, I didn't want to look at any of it.'' But that was 1,000 trends ago. These days, he says, he associates knotty pine with ''security and familiarity.''
Mr. Brûlé has two knotty-pine homes, a lakeside cabin in Sweden and an apartment in St. Moritz, Switzerland.
An architect he consulted took one look at the cabin and said, '' 'We're going to paint all of the walls white and get rid of all this knotty pine,' '' Mr. Brûlé recalled. ''I said, 'Absolutely not.' I think he was under the impression that the Wallpaper editor would want something slinky. But I was seduced by the honey glow of the pine, exactly what you want when you escape the white plaster walls of London.''
In Switzerland, the architect David Marquardt is adding knotty pine to Mr. Brûlé's new apartment. Watching Mr. Marquardt work made him realize that ''the first time around, there was a chunkiness, a clunkiness to knotty pine,'' Mr. Brûlé said.
''This time, it's a lot lighter, and I don't just mean the hue,'' he added. ''It's being treated with more respect.''
Professor Hays agrees, pointing out that in his house in Truro the knotty pine boards are carefully joined to create the flush surfaces characteristic of modern architecture. ''It's really just a flat surface with a pattern, which is very contemporary. I kept arguing that knotty pine is what comes after white.''
His friend Rodolfo Machado, a Boston architect, said: ''It's a kind of modern architecture with polka dots. I like it.''
Professor Hays gives credit for the knotty pine revival to Scandinavian designers and Swiss architects like Peter Zumthor, who has integrated natural wood into stark modern designs. Mr. Brûlé said that the Swiss like pine because ''it grows fast, it's a renewable resource.'' Internationally, he added, ''architecture is having a Swiss moment.''
For some, knotty pine is appealing not because it is chic but because it is cheap. In the 19th century, when fine wood was shipped from the Northeast to Southern ports, knotty pine was sent back north as ballast, said Frank Welles, who runs a wood-finishing company in Garnerville, N.Y.
But one man's ballast is another's balustrade. Mr. Welles charged $30,000 to finish the knotty pine in a single room in Greenwich, Conn. His process takes months. ''First I distress it, and then I sand it, and then I distress it again,'' he began. ''Then I oxidize it. Then I sand it. Then I oxidize it again. Then I apply a clear coat of tung oil and then a color coat, and then I sand it, and then I come back and antique it with a color, and then I antique it again. And after that, there are two or three more finish coats.''
Certain clients, according to Mr. Welles, pay attention to the size of the knots. ''Personally, I like a tight grain with the small, delicate knots,'' he said.
Rob Atchley, president of New Mexico Timber and Viga in Albuquerque, said that pine has gotten knottier in recent years. He explained that knots form near the perimeter where limb meets trunk. As old-growth forests disappear and harvested trees become smaller, so does the amount of clear wood away from the perimeter.
Benjamin Nicholson, an architecture professor at the Illinois Institute of Technology, calls the knots Rorschach ink blots because the way people respond to them reveals their views of individuality and imperfection. ''It's the culture of the blemish, which we think of as going against modernism's grain,'' he said.
During a conference on Mies van der Rohe at Columbia University last week, Professor Nicholson pointed out that Mies liked to use marble veined like wood. ''Mies,'' he declared confidently, ''was a knotty pineist.''
Others say knotty pine simply responds to a yearning for something solid after the ethereal architecture of recent years. Ms. Pilgreen said she was certain that Mr. Machado, the Boston architect, would come down on the white-is-right side of the pine question. Instead, he praised the Scandinavian quality of the rooms.
Mr. Machado's partner, Jorge Silvetti, chairman of the architecture department at the Harvard Graduate School of Design, had an idea: whitewash the walls up to the height of the fireplace mantel as a way of keeping the knots while adding some white surfaces to the architectural mix. To save the Pilgreen-Hays marriage, other architects suggested painting some rooms white while leaving some unpainted, creating a kind of zone system.
The knotty pine revival may have thrown Ms. Pilgreen for a loop, but Mr. Gambrel, the decorator, is reveling in it. ''It's a humble material, but it gives a room instant character,'' he said.
Something a homeowner just can't get from wallboard.

Monday, January 05, 2009

A knotty situation


Remember how I said I was just itching to get busy painting the bead board down stairs?

And that I liked the white bead board in the down stairs sun room?
Well....I was a little curious about what was under that white paint.
The was one little chip; using my thumb nail I scraped a bit of the paint off the paneling.

Then I used a piece of plastic to clear a bigger area.
Just as I thought: knotty pine bead board was under that paint.
A nice light knotty pine.
(Not the dark or yellowish kind!)
With a mellow satin finish that looks to be in great shape.
Happy am I with this discovery.

I have know six people with knotty pine in there houses, and all of them were spunky and gracious women that I admired. (Corrine, Jackie, Margaret B., Betty E, Moness W., and my MIL) For me, knotty pine brings back good memories of those ladies.

And since few San Diego homes seemed to have basements (actually, NO San Diego homes have basements, if they did they would be underwater) the idea of a knotty pine panelled basement seems rather charming to me.


Curiously, whenever knotty pine panelling in the basement is mentioned in other geographical location, the reaction generally is the sound of retching, followed by three words:
PAINT IT NOW!
Shockingly, I did some research (imagine that!) about knotty pine paneling in homes, and while there are some kpp lovers out there, for the most part the opinion is that it is a dated and unlovely home feature.
And that is from the sites that are trying to remain neutral on the subject.
The other sites...well, let's just say the topic of knotty pine apparently elicites strong feelings.
Strong NEGATIVE feelings.
I met the lady who lives across the street from our new house; she invited me in and when I admired her bead board walls, she was quick to inform me that the whole house used to be knotty pine, but she had, of course, had it ALL painted over. To "brighten up" the place.
Now whoever painted over our knotty pine did it as a "lick and promise" fix up.
No sanding of the wood finish before starting, no primer, no second coat.
Just slap it on and done.
I'm thinking that if I want to have it stay painted, I have some work cut out for me.
Stripping of the faulty coat, sanding of the wood, sealing of the wood (those knots apparently can bleed through the toughest coat of paint...) and then more coats of paint, two or three at least.
But....
Actually...
I (and Bernie and Jeff) like the idea of having a somewhat rustic cabin like feeling in the basement.
After all, our house is only 15 minutes from Snowbird, Solitude, Brighton and Alta ski resorts.
Why shouldn't our house have a ski lodge feeling down stairs?
Now I know getting the paint out of the joints will be a bugger. Maybe I will just do what I can do and let the look be even more distressed and aged because of it.
What is funny though to me is knowing how many people are out there would be totally distressed to learn that I am contemplating NOT re-painting it.
So let me hear it from you.
Do you have a strong opinion about knotty pine?
What memories and feelings come to you when you think about knotty pine?
Are you aware of the current and sudden trendiness of knotty alder cabinets that looks just like knotty pine to me?
And can you imagine that after all the years when knotty pine was THE thing to have in a kitchen that now you can't even BUY knotty pine cabinets anymore?