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As disinclined as I am to poke fun at someone else’s idea of a stunning remodel, lest my grand schemes be held up for judgment someday, I saw pictures today that knocked my jaw so far down, my tongue just can’t help wagging. I give you, dear people, the worst treatment of a poor, helpless clawfoot that I ever did see.
Are we talking castle fetish, renaissance fair obsession, stoned and overly literal-minded? What!?! But at least they carried the theme around the room.
That sink suggests that this wasn’t even done in the 60s. Was this thing sponsored by Medieval Times, perhaps?
Here’s why I feel free to lambast this loo: It’s in a house in Glenview, Illinois, that’s going to be demolished soon. No doubt in favor of a McMansion. So there is hope for the defiled clawfoot—with any luck, someone attending the demolition sale will free it from its prison.
Also at this sale is a cool, old Chambers stove.
So there was some stylin’ going on at home.
My steampunk heart goes tick-tock at the sight of this clawfoot laptop.
It’s based on a Hewlett-Packard ZT1000 and can boot either Ubuntu Linux or Windows XP. To start it, you turn the clock-winding key in the lower left part of the picture.
The creator is Richard R. Nagy (yay for Hungarian roots).
He also builds custom keyboards, like this hexy beauty.
These pieces have got to be one of the coolest uses of old materials ever. I imagine I might be building such things myself if I weren’t so engaged in shoring up my dear abode.
We’ve finally gotten the clawfoot shower pan in working order in the downstairs bathroom! It’s a bit tight trying to take pics because the whole room is only a little more than 5×6 (and that’s after previous owners bashed into the pantry next door for extra space). But here are some attempts.
From the top:
The pan is 36″ x 36″ cast iron with replated original feet and drain. It first lived in a mansion in Youngstown, Ohio, according to Don Hooper at Vintage Plumbing Bathroom Antiques, whose expertise, courtesy and fabulous selection of fixtures make me wish I had more bathrooms. Check out this page, where you’ll see our pan (bottom of the page) as I did for the first time.
Of course it’s been 3 years to this point, and we’re still working on building the storage unit (which will feature an ingenious boyfriend-built toilet-paper device) and recreating the woodwork that was ripped off around the window and door. So check back in, oh, 2011.
When a vacationing vintage junkie has been rolling down scenic roads for days on end—driving through trees …
… and cavorting with questionable characters at miniature-golf courses …
… waking up in sterile surroundings that boast 50 different shades of beige—a little clawfoot spells big relief. Who takes a bath in those boxy, plastic hotel tubs? This curvy beauty begs to be filled and dipped into.
Gold … foooot!
It wasn’t quite this …
But it’s more than a week since we stayed at the home of that tub, the Metro Hotel in Petaluma, California, and I’m still reminiscing about it. And this lovely sink.
I should have asked where they bought that trash basket because it fits the decor so well.
Y’know, when I installed my old sink, I chose a mixer faucet because I thought those separate hot and cold taps were going to be irritating to live with. But I didn’t mind them at all. I just got some hot out of the one side and some cold out of the other and mixed it all in my hand before splashing my face. Of course this is making me reconsider my bathroom remodel, which—oh dear—I really don’t need any encouragement to keep refining. In any case, the Metro also can fulfill your desires to sleep in an Airstream trailer.
But even if you’re in a traditional room, beware the local creatures.
(And if anyone knows what that French says, please let me know. It may have invaded my subconscious as I slept, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it in English as well.)
I also loved these curtain holders, so I’m going to document them here so I can find them later.
ETA: Ha, I finally did a search on these and it turns out they’re an Ikea thing, so most likely everyone in the world but me knew about them before. That figures, since I’ve never been inside an Ikea store.
I’ve got housespiration from various places to post as well. Please do not hold your breath, however, because I seem to have embraced the lazy life of late.
