The House Is Falling Apart
Huh? Arriving at the Cross House I found this stamped metal rosette sitting on the steps. Oh dear!
I assumed it fell off the porch gable. Standing way back though I could see all its rosettes (click image to enlarge). So…where did the rosette come from? I looked up the the roof gable. And, to the far right, was a white spot where the rosette resided for 126-years.
See?
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Oh dear… I wonder how it could be reattached?
Hi, Leigh!
It will be easy to re-attach.
It will be hard to access the gable!
It can wait. Keep it in a safe place.
You’re taking it easy for while right now, remember?
Better check the warranty! LOLOL
Hi dear Ross! Hope you’re taking it ea
Yikes! Cross House falling! Not a good thing😞
For the life of me I can’t find the area where the rosette was missing😟 I feel very silly….
…hope you’re taking it easier….
Rats. 😐
Of course, it had to pop off from one of THE most precarious places to get to!
Maybe it’s time to line up a trusted assistant for the odd, strenuous emergency repair job. Or maybe find a new friend with a cherry picker. 😉
I’m also thinking this one can wait to be a May project.
“Reestablish a healthy Ross” – needs to shift to the top of the project list. 💜
I concur. 🙂
I love how all the bits and pieces of the house have managed to remain with the house over the years. Even this small rosette managed to wait for you on the step! I believe the house trusts you and depends on you. Hope you are resting and healing.
I agree with everyone else: keep the piece in a safe place and reattach it later. I would bundle that job with the one where you paint the detail to match the Coors right above the steps. Kill two birds with one stone…but later.
It’s sitting there so innocently in the first picture. Such a cute little thing looking up at you batting it’s sweet little eyelashes when in reality it’s an evil little shit taunting you, making you obsess over it because it knows what a perfectionist you are. It had some nerve to do this to you when you’re down! Tell it to go to back to hell (or on a shelf) for a while. You will be able to pound its face back into the wood in due time. And it will feel really good. lol
I agree with everyone else. Save the rosette for another time when you are feeling much better. At our old house a wooden circle fell of the gable, my husband was working on something else on the 3rd story, so he put it back up with poster putty until he could reglue it properly. It stayed up for 15 years. haha
Hope you are taking it easy and don’t fret about the rosette!
plink.
I wonder if any of my Emporia friends have access to a cherry picker?
Did this rosette leap to its suicide (albeit botched), much like the stained glass window?
Finally, I saw the white spot in the attic peak! Luckily, the last picture revealed this precarious location and random white spot!
Oh my goodness, this is for a robust day when you feeling fit as a fiddle!
Please don’t get on that scaffolding for a good long while!
Cute random rosette will have to live in Aladdin’s Cave.