So a year+ down and updates have been sparse. But there is a reason why, tons of hard work been going on here at the ol’ 1910 Farmhouse.
Early spring Dean fell of a ladder trying to rehab the window casing on a sun beaten second level window. Needless to say some time off was taken for recover, and thanks to a few helpful hands we got the window closed up for the time-being while Dean recovered and focused on projects not so high up (upon my insistence).
Don’t worry, he is much better, and I am happy to say said window has just been rehabbed and looks like a million bucks. May have taken a while, but it truly came around. He had to totally rebuild it as the casing there had pretty much disintegrated to dust (I think the only thing holding it up was the swarm of lady bugs we found under it).
Much more had happened in-between “the fall” and the window going in. And it may not seem like such an impressive task (even though it was expertly done), it’s just that that window is a sign to me that we are so very close to being move in ready.
Along the road he had discovered the electrical was a total mess. It kind of looked like a monkey with a pair of plyers put it together (the whole second floor was running off of an extension cord we found out upon opening the walls) so he had to re-do all the electrical in the house. Which I am so impressed to say Dean handled expertly with just his smarts and some pro-guidance from our electrician. He rewired the whole house, moved the electrical panel and added a TON of outlets, heaters, lights, you name it. So very proud to say electrical got approved with flying colors upon inspection.
Next is insulation (which is going on now). Our breezy ol’ house needed some vapor barrier in the crawl space, attic insulation and such. Luckily for us we are able to take advantage of a funding program through our power provider for winterization.
We found some more great stuff in the walls – some theater programs from 1920, a tin of Prince Albert Crimp Cut Tobacco, some crepe paper from 1930, and a few great old Oregonian newspapers from 1940 someone had collected.
After all the weatherization stuff, we button up the walls, get final inspection for electrical, move drywall, painting then floors. I can’t even tell you how excited I am for drywall. I literally have dreams about drywall. Who knew it could be a secret passion of mine?