WEST FACADE. The Cross House when I purchased it, March 2014.
WEST FACADE. August, 2015. The recreated porch railings are completed, and stored away for now. I need to order the spindles (which I will do after paying off the radiator invoice). The lattice (for under the porch) is being worked on. The third-floor windows to the dormer and octagon tower are a project for this winter, and will be reinstalled in 2016. The tower roof, octagon roof, and porch roof will be done in 2016. That is the carriage house to the left, and with its own octagon tower.
NORTH FACADE. As the house sits on a highly visible corner, the north facade is also highly visible. The plan (as evidenced by the scaffolding) was to get the north facade painted this year. But then a tenant wanted to move into the carriage house by the end of the year. Well, there went my plans! And now the carriage house is consuming all my attention. It causes me considerable pain that the poor north facade has been abandoned. Sigh. UPDATE: Painting the north facade will begin in the spring of 2016.
EAST FACADE. As one drives west on Sixth Avenue (adjacent to the house) the east facade is also highly visible. The one-story roof will be redone in 2016, and the basement entry shed, not original, will be removed, as will the fence. The yard is now parking, but will be, one day, a verdant walled garden. I cannot wait. Oh, the brown siding is bare wood.
SOUTH FACADE, looking east. Oh dear. I removed the massive black fire escape leading up to the third floor as this blighted the house. All the old lead-based paint was removed by the previous owner (Thank you, Bob!), but the wood was not primed.
SOUTH FACADE, looking west. A fine view of the octagon tower. Note the curvaceous shingling around the third-floor window.
It is quite distressing looking at these images. One way I manage such a huge project is to simply blot out All The Work Needing To Be Done, a kinda self-invoked selective blindness. Instead, I focus on work which has been completed.
I have been determined to paint the whole exterior by myself, as nothing offers a better acquaintance with a big old house than touching every square inch of its exterior. I love learning about the house, and discovering its high, inaccessible spaces. Which, inevitably, reveals small horrors needing attending to.
But looking at these terrifying images makes me wonder about my plans. Can I survive the exterior looking so poorly for years and years to come? I feel nauseated at the very thought.
Where is a fainting couch when needed?