Wood-n’t you know it
A friend in crisis – pregnant, horomonal, in the midst of remodel – called to help me get her off the ledge. The crisis? Metal, plastic clad windows and French doors that were installed instead of wood. She said at this point I will only take your word on this – so I gathered up G and we drove uptown.
When we arrived my contractors – D&S – were there and I got out of Blue and said we’re here for quality control.
And both G and I looked the windows and then went to the backyard where the pool is dug and looked back at the French doors – which looked more like French Fried Doors – a 70’s rennovation idea – unauthentic.
D&S were visibly shaken by this visit and the confirmation that this was a bad choice for a gorgeous all wood uptown house.
Later S said no one will know the difference once they are painted and I said I would. L would. And that is what matters – that L would.
This morning someone knocked on my door and asked me where my columns came from and then said – they’re beautiful – I said thanks, Turntech – are they solid? – and I said yes, mahogany.
He said my sister used to teach at Bonnabel and she’d let me use the shop there and no one understands what it feels like, what it smells like, to work with mahogany and cypress and wood. You just don’t understand that unless you are working with a wood like this.