Renovations

Rebuilding a Kitchen Floor

Remember this beauty?

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Sexy beast. Well, what was under that wasn’t any better.

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This room use to be divided into two: a ground floor bathroom use to be in the area that you see suspended over the basement, and the original scullery use to be in the area made up by solid ground. This use to be covered by quarry tiles matching the adjoining room. The scullery sink use to be in the area with the tiles still on the walls (see photos further down) and the window was actually two: one in each room.

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Everything that was the old floor pulled up. AKA: the worm wood colony:

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Somewhere in that mess is a really important support beam that’s sole purpose in life is to hold up all the floors above it. However, it decided it wanted to get sick and die from rot instead. So in addition to building out new joists, they also had to replace it with a cement lintel/beam (as seen at the top center of the photo below under the joists, but above the orange glow of a random internal basement window…if you are in to big, cement beams.)

There is also a head near the bottom left. Surprise!

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Into the kitchen from the basement:

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A bit about our floor.

These bad boys are amazing. We purchased them from English Salvage, after their long voyage from the old warehouse being torn down down the street the Guinness Brewery in Dublin, Ireland. They have a wonderful layer of grime requiring hours of elbow grease to remove patina. I choose to believe the beautiful backstory I was sold as opposed to the voice of my realist subconscious growling at me in the background of my mind.

My father had a career in brewing before he passed away two years ago. A lot of my childhood memories revolve around his role as an Assistant Brewmaster at Anhueser Busch. He also loved hunting. Dan saw “boards from a brewery” as a more livable compromise to “an entire wall of taxidermy deer heads” as an adage to my father’s life and passions. So we have a floor!

Backstory aside, these guys are way thicker than anything new you could find on the market at the moment, and at less than £4.5 a square foot they really weren’t that bad of a deal.

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After they installed the noggins between the joists to remove some of the bounce, they started to install the amazing floor:

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We were sooooo close to having a kitchen! Until I had the following conversation with my FIL, that is:

S: We were going to put the original bathroom back in since the Realtor said we needed another. But then Dan saw how small the neighbor’s was and decided not to. Do you think David (the kitchen designer) is going to kill me when I ask him to redesign his layout?

FIL: You were going to do what? (reaction akin to “drop a nuclear bomb on Hiroshima”) I didn’t know you were going to do that. Why were you going to do that?

S: I…

FIL: You can’t do that. That’s ridiculous, why didn’t I know you were planning on doing that?

S: But we aren’t now…

FIL: No. Take the wall out.

S: The wall?

FIL: Yes, open it up into the other room. Use one of the steel beams out back and stick it up there. (Yes, there are steel I beams sitting in the back yard.)

S: (OMG, worse nightmare) But…

FIL picks up his phone to call contractor signifying there is no discussion here while visions of 3 months more work, more destruction, more chaos, more cash turn my stomach into a giant ulcer. There will never be a kitchen, just a big pile of rubble where the three floors above slid into the space it was suppose to be.