Archive for the ‘Architect’ Category

Powder room sink

Tuesday, May 6th, 2008

Our architects are fitting a powder room under the stairs so they need a wee, tiny sink. We happen to have an assortment. This is the tiniest of them all. Despite its diminutive size, the spread between the faucets is twelve inches.  (Isn’t it cool how the architects are actually working out specs from our inventory?)
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Pretty wide for a mixer to bridge, but I think I don’t want unmixed, single faucets, no matter how pseudo-authentic.

We thought for a while about a faucet on one side and a soap dispenser on the other.

Maybe a faucet like this, gooseneck-sink-mixer-faucet.jpg, or this [kitchen] faucet, single-handle-kitchen-faucet.jpg, or this, single-hole-bathroom-faucet.jpg, with a soap dispenser like this. soap-dispenser.jpg

We started to worry about how big the receiving hole in the sink would need to be and how splashy the faucet might be, and then I figured out the terminology and dimensions for what we needed: a twelve inch bridge lavatory faucet.

This 12″ bridge lavatory faucet (available in chrome) will be fine, except Don wants nickel — more authentic to the period. 12-bridge-lavatory-faucet.jpg (Some other choices here. Oh, look! Chicago Faucets has a 12″ bridge in polished or matte nickel.)

We’ll just need a plug for the basin to attach to the little nubby deal on the sink. Ahem. (After several minutes of searching VanDykes on line for the plug I saw in their paper catalog). I mean, a rubber sink stopper and chain. Looks like I should be able to buy a stopper and chain at the hardware store for a tenth the price when I know the dimensions of the drain and whether the bridge faucet is chrome or nickel.

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Fayetteville is not a large town

Monday, April 28th, 2008

We met with our architects a week ago, and are now contemplating their plans while they propose ways to fit our furniture into the space. They asked for an inventory of our furniture and salvage, which I obsessively turned into a photo album with pictures and dimensions of everything we could find. (Keep in mind we have two storage units, so not everything is accessible. Like our upright freezer.  I no longer know which side it opens from, let alone its dimensions.) The photo album includes a picture of our house on the cover.

Tne next day, one of their clients came in to discuss a house they are building, and our album was still on the table. Client knew the house. In fact, the client owned the house for fifteen plus years. (Maybe twenty-five?) He sold it last summer to our neighbors, who sold it to us. Our architects say he’s nice as can be to work with, and that he’d enjoy telling us what he knows of the history.  Between him and son of the previous, previous owner, we would have quite a few years of house history if we can get over our innate shyness.

(That reminds me: I still have a post in my head on more connections to The Band, and a Delta Ramble post.  Lots of posts in my head never make it to paper, umm, bits and bytes.)

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First draft of plans

Monday, April 21st, 2008

The first draft from our architects looks good.  Four bedrooms, three baths up, guest room with accessible bath down. Powder room under the stairs probably. Rebuilding the stairs so they can be relocated a pinch and to address the head-banging header on the first landing. Moving basement stairs to the back of the house. Laundry chute and dumbwaiter centrally located.  (Near the washer/dryer on the first floor, and pretty reachable from the basement garage.)  Returning the front porches to porches.  Deck off the family room with carport underneath — although that’s likely to need a variance, and is unlikely to be done in our first round unless Fayetteville construction is considerably cheaper then we think.

Master suite with sitting room, walk-in closet, and tub + separate shower in the bathroom. The suite will probably start out as public space since we hope to move in upstairs and then finish downstairs. Kitchenette in sitting room, with gas stove to turn into fireplace. We’d take one of the other bedrooms until we can move the public space downstairs. Probably the one at the back of the house and let the Little One have the bedroom with the bath that is shared with the other bedroom. Safe room in the basement.

The architects have a little tweaking on the general layout, and I think they are going to suggest a layout for our furniture, too. We’ll need to get more specific with the downstairs kitchen eventually.  After we get the survey (which Don has requested), I think we go before the planning commission (or somewhere) because we may need a variance.  And we’re off!  Whee!  (Reality check soon, when we figure out how far our savings will go.  We hope it will get us into the house.)

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Architects and next steps. Oh, and Easter, too.

Thursday, March 27th, 2008

The architects have their as-built plans drawn up, and now want to talk about next steps. I am curious about the as-built plans since I have some trouble still understanding how the house is put together. I’m afraid, however, that I’m not sure what our next steps are. I listen to Don talk about ways to rearrange the inside of the house, and nod approvingly but cluelessly … I know I want the porches back, working bathrooms, a kitchen somewhere between the size of our last two, a place (or four) for Christmas trees, and functionality and flow, but I’m not catching the vision yet. Maybe the drawings will help.

I’d like to do things green. I’d like energy-efficiency, whole-house fans, permaculture (maybe – just learned that word this week), reflective sheathing, quiet HVAC, a room to call my own, a space for the Little One that doesn’t put her at risk inside the computer, a way to use most of our salvaged materials, accessibility, and I’d really like access to my stuff.

It irks me that I can’t just pull out a reference book about house styles because it’s in storage. It irks me that I had to buy a full-price zipper to finish an Easter dress although I have zippers in storage. It irks me that I had to buy a grater and a Bundt pan* to make a carrot cake because our two graters and three food processors and two Bundt pans and countless 9×13 sheet pans are in storage. It irks me that I can’t give away stuff because it’s in storage. But, that will all change some day. I just hope that it’s before I quit reading, sewing, and making carrot cake.

*I did wind up buying a silicon tube pan, which was kind of neat. I’m still not sure what I think about it. It still requires greasing, and it’s floppy so I’m not sure how easy it was to clean. Don did the clean-up.

We had to get ready fast for Easter because we went to Eureka Springs Friday/Saturday after spending Wednesday evening in the emergency room, and got back Easter Eve. We had big to-dos scheduled at church, followed by brunch with friends, so Saturday night, I ran to Target to help the Easter Bunny out and get necessary fixing for baking, and baked, then glazed Sunday morning while making sure the Easter basket was filled and delivered to the Little One, and dying eggs in between. Don had boiled eggs Tuesday, and we were expecting to color and dye on Wednesday, but three hours at the hospital messed up those plans.

The Little One had specific expectations involving the egg hunt this year. Two or maybe three Easters ago, I managed to persuade her that she should hide the eggs for Don to hunt. I have no memory of what we did last year, although I know we dyed eggs, and we did a hunt at church. It was very cold. The church egg hunt wasn’t enough this year. Instead, we went out to the Hill, where I was told to hide eggs for her, Don, and my mom to hunt. Not my dad because of his ataxia. So I did and they did. They found all but one hard-boiled egg, which seems pretty good to me.

I’m not clear what the Little One’s position is on the Easter Bunny. She has lots of [invisible] friends who are magic, and she’s Peter Pan’s sister, plus she talks to Tink[erbelle] and writes notes to Ozma [of Oz] with some frequency. She also pointed out a watchdog dad from Washington yesterday as evidence that Santa Claus is real. He has a white, furry beard.

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