What’s beyond the bridge? I don’t know, is it a mystical land? No it’s Surrey.
That time has finally come for us, the time where we would venture out of Vancouver. Is it exciting? No it’s a pain in the ass, having to do the commute everyday and not be able to park the work vehicle at the job site and bike in to work. However we will adapt and embrace and waiver from the quality we assign to our jobs. To kick us off we’re increasing the upper floor area, replacing 3 bathrooms, 1 kitchen and 1 roof. However to kick us off we have to stabilize this house and stop the floors from drooping.
You just cant quite wrap your head round it can you? Now seriously, would anyone want to get rid of this beauty in this day and age or should it be consigned to the Smithsonian?
Check this out. If you’re wondering, its a bath tub. Don’t make ’em like they used to. We nick named it the Jetson’s Tub for obvious reasons. No? Well its like something that you would see in the bathroom of the Jetson’s home. Right?
Well anyhow there was no room for sentimentality, we had to get that thing out the bathroom, and only one way to do it – cut it into manageable pieces. There were a few tears but the fibre glass soon distracted us with the itching and scratching
Hmmmm, let me think. I just don’t want to do it. Not because I can’t be bothered. I’m not lazy. Well really, I guess you could leave it up – maybe it’ll be alright in the end, and I’m sure even though I don’t have x-ray vision and can’t see what’s behind that wall it’ll be alright. Can it be wrong? Well he got the other stuff wrong, but surely he checked everything before he put the dry wall on and then was going to tile it. Surely he can’t have done that half cocked – you know, all the plumbing back there, it could be right I guess? What about if we cross our fingers and then it will be ok? What about that?
The real reason I don’t want to do it is because I don’t want to see the look on their faces. The look of disappointment. I can see it in their eyes – the “You mean we’ve lived through this dust for nothing”? “You mean the $5000 we paid him has literally gone down the drain?” the “We have to start again?”
Yes that look. When a ‘contractor’ comes along and tells you he can do it within your budget (you actually don’t have to tell him your budget – whatever it is, he can do it, as long as he just gets in there and gets started then he’s in and all bets are off). That look as the drywall gets peeled off the wall and we start again.
If what I can see is bad then probably what I can’t see is bad too – well, unless you like to gamble, just make sure your insurance is up to date and comprehensive.
In our diligent pursuit of recreating the authentic heritage renovation we even went right back to refurbishing the door hardware. Unfortunately I didn’t quite have the presence of mind (my boss is going to kill me) to take a before pic but I’ve got a couple of great after ones coming up (how exciting can a door handle really be?). Suffice to say the handles look rubbish – dirty, wonky and covered in paint. This is now what we have:
Look at those things – great eh? They were first dipped in a caustic acid tank for 2 hours, then put in’The Jiggler’, a machine that runs your item through a vat of metal pellets that are shaped like flying saucers. We then lubricated the locks with a dry graphite lube and sprayed the hinges a ‘bronze russet’ colour. Russet bronze is all the craze in the UK apparently. That’s our little spray booth in the last pic. We even sprayed the 80 yr old slot head screws.