Shed Plus Another Italianate

This morning we got the tools all hung up and the shelves cut and installed, and now the inside of the shed is really quite workable. I celebrated by grabbing the pitchfork and shoving the leaves back on the compost pile from the places where the chickens had kicked them.

Shed insides

That feels all nice and orderly. When you add to that the little midnight project we did last night (because we know how to party), in which we added some shelves to former Roomie John's old wardrobe that he left us, making a nice linen cupboard and a place to store some office supplies, AND the fact that said former Roomie John took away the last of his stuff from our dining room on Friday, we are full of all kinds of organizational goodness lately.

In the afternoon we went to an open house nearby, at 1612 Minturn. This house is supposed to have been built in 1880, four years after ours, and it's also Italianate, which meant we'd get some clues from it about missing details, assuming there are any details left.

The first thing we noticed was that it needs a new foundation. This is the basement, viewed from the back yard. You can see the capped original foundation, and a brick (brick?) cripple wall above it. Capped foundations are seismically inferior to replacements. And brick anything where you are connecting to the ground is a bad idea here.

Basement tragedy

A better look at those cripple walls.

Basement at minturn

The other think to note about the basement is that everything there has very recently been sprayed with white paint. What this, and the damp carpet pieces on the floor, and the piles of damp, moldy cardboard stuck to the floor, are saying to me is that this basement had a serious mold problem very recently. Now, you can clean that sort of thing up, and the paint will probably help keep it down, but there's clearly a moisture problem down there.

Given the basement, there would be no way I would buy the house unless the upstairs was just reeking of original charm.

Let's just say that this fireplace says it all.


That's the original. A coal grate, marble mantel. Mysteriously painted... gold? Black would be more original, to hide the coal dust. At least the new owners can paint it, right?

On the other hand, it goes to show that my idea of what our mantel would have looked like was dead on. And you can still buy this mantel style. Yay.

Upstairs, they had done a suburban insanity renovation. All gold trim and oversized proportions. There is no reason for anything like this to be in a Victorian house:

Gold tub

And all the light fixtures were equally out of place. Even if you could handle all the weirdly relocated walls (scootched over by two inches? WTF?) and widened doorways and the vinyl accordion closet doors, you'd have to cope with the fact that somebody saw fit to put these monstrously large Italian-style fixtures (clearly a misunderstanding of the Italianate concept) all over the place.

Oversized light fixture

Ugh. Well, there's a back yard, and the long side faces South. It might be decent, right?

Back yard

That'd be nope. Somebody else's garage blocks the only Southern light, and a massive (read: you need a permit to get it trimmed much less to remove it) live oak takes care of any other light that might have gotten down there. And then there's the crazy patios and the planting beds that are not so much planted as overgrown with weeds.

As we were getting ready to leave, the agent showing the place managed to be both insulting (he implied that it was unusual for visitors to take photos at an open house, which is simply not true; the only time I ever even talk to the showing agent about taking photos is when the owners are clearly still in residence, which they were not in this case) and stupid (he failed to try to sell us on the unique features of the house, instead focusing on trying to make me feel bad for taking pictures of a piece of molding). He was for sure not helping that place sell. (Admittedly, the basement situation was more likely to be the reason why it was not moving than the bad attitude of the agent.)

It's a rough housing market. I'm glad we're not trying to sell right now. But I'm also glad the previous owners at our place didn't make a real mess of it. I'm especially glad I don't have to face that gold faucet every morning.

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posted by ayse on 01/05/09