Palmer House

Renovating and Restoring Our 1880 Folk Victorian

Ugh…so maybe the title is more dramatic then what it ultimately ended up being, but that’s exactly what this whole project felt like – hell.

loved my floors! Original, two-inch maple that was colored, aged, and worn so gorgeously that I never, ever wanted them to leave this house. So much of the original features of this house have been stripped away over the years that I was determined to keep these floors with this house.


This is the best and only picture I have the shows how beautiful our wood floors were when we moved in!

When we moved in, I noticed that there was a patch of the floor in the dining room that had begun to sink, almost like it was ducking under the wall. I had asked my dad what he thought could be causing it and he wondered if the sub-floor could be bad. We went into the basement with a level and held it up against the ceiling in various places. It was completely level. No changes anywhere. We just couldn’t understand why there was this mysterious dip in the floor. And it was getting worse.

wish that I had a before picture so you could see exactly what I was talking about! The floor was not only appearing to dip under the wall, but over time the wood was starting to split, cup and come apart. If we were going to save the floor, we would need to act fast.

Let’s be clear: The plan was to restore the wood floors and not replace them. So I started my search for someone to restore the floors. Mistake number one: using a home contractor search site instead of asking around to find someone who knew old floors and would be able to restore them.

So we met the new owner of this wood floor business. We’ll call him Fred. This is a classy blog, and I’m not going to use it to smear anyone’s business (no matter how mad they made me). But let this be a warning of what NOT to do for those of you out there looking for contractors! So anyways, Fred came to Palmer House with one of his employees, and the first red flag should have been this: He showed up in a rusty, hole-filled Toyota. Not a vehicle with the business name on it. Not even a nice car, nope. A rust bucket of a vehicle that certainly didn’t scream “professional”. But the business profile on the website said that he had experience in old homes restoring floors. He got great reviews on price and quality of work, and he had pictures and videos to back those claims up. Second red flag: There was no actual business website. Just a Facebook business site set up. Now, I know how hard it is to get a business going and that running a website can sometimes be expensive and time consuming, right? Right?? Agree with me please…

So needless to say, that red flag was brushed to one side as well. He came in, looked at the floors, and oiled us up like any good salesman would by telling us everything we wanted to hear. We took him downstairs into the basement and let him inspect everything downstairs (Which made it seem really legit, right?). By this time, I had discovered that the stairs had been, at one point, rotated 90 degrees within the house. I told him that my theory was that the opening for the bottom of the stairs likely opened into the dining room…right were the problem spot was. When the stairs were turned, the staircase into the basement was moved as well, and a giant chuck of what I am sure is a load-bearing beam was cut out to make head room. This wasn’t a possibility, he assured me. And even if that was the case, the house was “done settling” and there wouldn’t be any more issues with the floor once they were finished.


This was the location of the old staircase.


You can see where a significant chunk of the beam was cut out at the center of the picture…and yes, those are spider webs. It’s an old basement, what do you want from me?!

We went back upstairs, and he said that the area of the floor we were concerned about would, at worst, need to be patched in, along with another small area in the doorway to the formal living room. Otherwise, his exact words were “Oh yeah, we can definitely do this.” He told us that he could get the job done in a week, with minimal dust, stating that they had a venting system that they put in the windows and that they would place plastic in the doorway to the kitchen and the living room. We were told that there would be some dust that would inevitably escape into the other rooms, but that it would be minor. We asked him a bit about his background and he told us that he had just taken over the business from his father, who had owned the business for several decades. He said that he has been around the business or doing the work since he was thirteen. In the end, he quoted us at $1,300.00. A steal, in our books, for restored original flooring. Red flag number three…and yet we booked him then and there.

Several weeks later, Chris and I emptied out the dining room into the formal living room in prep for Fred and his crew to show up the next day. They came, and luckily Chris was home to supervise, as I had a wake to go to. I got a call on the way home from Chris that broke my heart…the floors couldn’t be saved. They had taken up one piece of wood from the problem area that was going to be patched, and discovered that there was nothing left of the wood. It had been sanded and re-finished so many times, that there was just no material left to work with! If they tried to sand the floor to re-stain and finish it, the nails would end up poking through the material.


Original wood floor on top, new wood floor on the bottom. You can see how thick the floor should have been, but due to years of refinishing over and and over, there was just nothing left. I would be lying if I said I didn’t shed a tear.

So we had to make a decision…either they could hand-sand the floors, re-stain and poly (but it wouldn’t fix any of the problems that would continue to get worse) or we could pull the floor up and put down new. It was the most rotten, nasty, terrible choice. I didn’t want to loose my floors! But I couldn’t leave the problems cover them up with a pretty new stain-and-poly job…the floors would have to be replaced. I gave Chris strict instructions to save every piece of wood possible. It was not leaving this house. We would find somewhere to put it where it could still shine. I also gave strict instruction that the species of the wood and the size of the wood must be the same. Unfortunately, I was told, there is no such thing as two-inch maple wood floors and the closest thing we could get was two and a half inch. I gave the go-ahead, and the crew started tearing up the floor.

The only silver lining to the entire situation throughout, was what they found when they pulled up the floors! Newspapers. Hundreds and hundreds of newspapers from just a few weeks before WWI broke out. I told Chris to save as many as possible and to have the flooring crew put them aside.

I couldn’t wait to get home and see what the newspapers were like and what the sub-floor looked like! By this time, Chris had left for work and the crew was finishing up. I got a call from Fred when I was almost home, saying that they were done for the day. Interesting, because it was only 3 pm…

He told me that they had finished tearing up the floors and had left the pieces on the front porch. Then he asked me if it would be ok if the crew left their tools there for the night. I was a little taken aback by the request…I didn’t want to be responsible for their tools. But then again, it’s not like I was going to be touching them or anything. And they were going to be back the next day. So why not? I told Fred it was ok, but that I didn’t want them anywhere where they would be tripped over, and I definitely didn’t want them on the carpets in the living room. To that I heard “Oh…*Fred turns to this crew* Hey guys, we need to move all this stuff into the other room for tonight”. Wow. Really? Guess I’m glad I said something…

When I got home, this was the bittersweet sight I walked into. The sub-floor was a beautiful hemlock (and completely level, I might add!). The newspapers had been crammed into industrial-size garbage bags. Rude. But I was happy to have them!


It’s such a pity this was the sub-floor! These gorgeous hemlock boards were covered with newspapers from as early at 1911 – perfectly preserved! They were laid down over a layer of burlap and some sort of glue as insulation.

Are you ready for this? I really don’t know if you are…


Piles. And piles. And piles of newspapers! Some of them still stuck to the floors!

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But the best, most amazing piece that I managed to salvage, was a woman’s magazine that was in color! Not only that, but I managed to get out the entire thing, including the pieces that were ripped from the front!

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I immediately put that gorgeous thing under glass and framed it, making sure that it was touched as little as possible. I was high as a kite! I started rummaging through the papers and buying up frames to put them in. I still have a huge bag full of articles waiting for me to go through them. I can’t bear to throw them away, so my plan is to frame articles and sell them to history lovers in the Village during the annual village-wide garage sale. Whatever doesn’t get taken home to be loved, I plan on giving to the village archives.

For now, let’s leave it here. On a happy note. Part two will be coming soon in which I go into the horror story of how business was conducted in Palmer House over these wood floors…and what the future might hold for them!

To be continued…



I love my house. I love my house so much. I love my house so much that I forgot to post a blog about it because I was too busy entertaining sixteen guests for my father’s 60th birthday party! Fun was had by all, but now it’s back to business! Grab a drink and a snack people, because this is going to be a long one!

The Little Blue Room. When we looked at Palmer House, this was the smallest bedroom in the house. At the time, it was being used as a sewing room by the owner. It was a Tiffany Blue color, and the trim was the same cream color found on the rest of the trim in the house. There was a small, shallow built-in bookcase and a closet that was just big enough to step into, turn around in place three hundred and sixty degrees, and step back out. The closet had no door at the time, just a sheer curtain hung on a suspension rod. It was the cutest little room! But it needed some help.

The walls in the Little Blue Room were plaster, and the plasterer, whoever they were, didn’t seem to know what they were doing. The walls were not only lumpy and bumpy – they weren’t even straight up and down! The exterior wall was definitely not at a ninety degree angle and would need to be fixed before we could do anything else in the room.


Here is a shot showing the poor quality of the plaster on the walls. You can see the lath underneath through the hole. This corner of the room didn’t have the piece of base molding in place – this is how we found it. You can see the quarter round that was removed in this picture and what a poor paint job they had.

The floor was the original maple subfloor that was put in the house 138 years ago, and I was thrilled…until I lifted the area rug in the room and found dry rot hiding. NOOO!! We had beautiful, wide-plank maple in the upstairs hallway that carried into this little bedroom, but time had done its worst and destroyed the middle of the floor.


This is what was hiding under and area rug in the Little Blue Room. CURSE YOU DRY ROT! You are an original floor killer! (Picture me shaking my fist in the air).


More rot and holes that couldn’t be repaired. My heart was aching!


This is the doorway to the Little Blue Room leading from the hallway into the room. See the gorgeous maple flooring on the left side of the picture? That’s what I was HOPING would be under the carpet throughout the Little Blue Room! But no luck. You can also see the big gap between the new-construction door and the floor after we removed the threshold into the room, which was placed there in order to take up the gap when the new-construction door was hung.

The small cubby hole (as I called it) of a closet was actually perfect for hiding away small items that didn’t seem to have any other storage place in the house. The walls in there were even worse than the walls in the actual room, but as it was inside a closet and the walls were so bad, I decided that I would have a door made to hide the inside.

So work began! We hired none other than the man! They myth! The Legend! (AKA my dad) to repair the walls and put in a new floor. The painting, I decided, would be my job. I like doing it. I like the instant gratification of seeing a wall transformed by something as simple as a coat of paint. For me, it’s also a mindless activity. One where I can shut my brain off and just go through the motions.

The first thing that needed to be done was to fix the walls. Altogether, my dad spread five five-gallon pails of mud on the walls in order to straighten them and smooth them as best he could. The walls are not perfect, but it’s kinda what I love about them. It took three days to do all the work – mud, sand, mud, sand.


Here is the interior wall. You can see how much mud was put on the walls! And you can see the high spots of the walls that didn’t need the mudding by the Tiffany Blue peaking through. This also gives you an idea of what the original floors looked like! There was a small patch in the floor – you can see it near the door. Right next to the box fan in the left corner of the picture, you can see where the dry rot starts. We contemplated trying to pry up the center of the floor and replacing just those pieces, but it would have ended up costing us more money and given us no guarantee that it would match or that the original floor would have not started to deteriorate around the new. We also had to account for a large gap that was left between the floor and the walls that we discovered once some quarter-round was removed from the base molding.


Can you make out the faint line on the wall to the right of the picture? That’s the exterior wall. It bends out awkwardly starting at that line. How did that happen, riddle me this??


You can see some more of the high points on the walls in this picture, and a slightly better view of how widespread the dry rot was. It encompassed the entire middle-section of the floor.

During those three days, I was THRILLED to find the original door for the cubby hole in the basement! I was even more excited to find the original rim lock and porcelain knob on the door. And then I took it outside…



This broke my heart…again.

Sadly, sitting in a wet basement did not treat this cute little door well. The rim lock was totally seized and rusted all the way through. There was no saving it…we tried.


The door was chipping and the lock was lost, but the door itself was solid, and the wood was still in good shape. We cut the rim lock out and I set to work on scraping it down. And then, the most magical thing happened:


I came home from work and found that my dad had put down the new floor over the old one! I was adamant that the floor we put in was the same size and species that was already there, so five-inch maple was put in! Aren’t they beautiful? My dad did an awesome job picking out boards that had a lot of grain and knots to them. I imagine that they are the spitting image of what the originals looked like when they were put in new! Over the next couple of days, we stained and polyurethaned the entire floor. I chose Minwax’s Early American for the stain color. It didn’t match the hallway, but I felt it allowed the natural wood tones and grain to shine through without forcing the wood to take on an unnatural color.

While the floor was going through the stain and polyurethane process, I started work on another little project! One of my favorite places to go for inspiration and household objects is the Historic Albany Foundation. The Historic Albany Foundation is a private, not-for-profit organization that preserves buildings of historical value. They advocate for protection, education, and provide technical assistance to those of us who are architectural and historical nuts! They own a warehouse which is the most glorious type of Disneyland that someone like me could ever enter. They. Have. Everything. Tubs, molding, balusters, sinks, toilets – ENTIRE STAIRCASES!

Lighting! Our house does not have grand, ten foot ceilings. This was a blue-collar house, and the ceilings were not made to be extravagant. However, I desperately wanted a small chandelier for in this room. I went to the warehouse and walked circles through the lighting section probably six times. Everything fell under the same categories: Too big, missing pieces, or too expensive. But…I kept coming back to this little three-armed chandelier. She was brass and glass and gorgeous. She wasn’t missing any pieces, but it was obvious that she would need to be re-wired. I bought her for $20.00, put her in to be re-wired that day, and walked away with a total investment in lighting of $50.00. WINNING.

Such a cute little chandelier, I thought, was in need of a pretty ceiling medallion. And I was inspired by Amy Heavilin of Vivacious Victorian (go check her blog out!) to paint my own! So I went to Restoration Hardware, ordered a primed ceiling medallion that wasn’t too complicated, borrowed some paint and brushes from my mom, and created a beauty.


Don’t worry, you’ll see her soon. I’m building the suspense!

The next step was to hang the cubby door and see if there were any adjustments that needed to be made now that we had a new floor in.


She’s a pretty little girl! We had to cut the bottom of the door because the floor was at a slight slant, and I didn’t want any scratches in my new beautiful maple floors! (We also replaced the bit of base molding that was missing!)

Then, I had a decision to make: Keep the door chippy, or paint it to match the rest of the molding. I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted to do, so I did what any rational human would do…I set up a poll on Instagram! I got a resounding “PAINT IT!”, and in the end, I’m so glad I did, because the new rim lock I ordered, although a gorgeous reproduction, would have looked way too new and perfect against a chippy door. It crossed my mind briefly to go back to the warehouse and get an old, patinaed rim lock, but I wanted a door that would be functional – which meant a lock with a key that I knew would work! So I found a happy medium, and instead of stripping the door completely, I just painted over the door as-is, giving her, in the end, a rustic look that matched my base boards (They had been scraped and painted over a number of times over the years!)


This was what the door looked like after the first of two coats of paint. The yellow stripe running down the door was my attempt at filling a rather large crack that had occurred over the years in the first board.


Before I could start painting, I needed light in the room. So up went my ceiling medallion and my cute mini chandelier. Prepare yourself…


Shut the front door.




Three little Edison bulbs completed the look. No shades here!

Next, I donned my painting sweats and started with the first coat on the walls!


Yes, the slippers were a must too. It was March in Upstate New York after all…there was still snow on the ground!

Before paint, I primed all the walls using a flat primer. For color, hubby chose “Brick House” from the Colonial Williamsburg palette by Benjamin Moore, but I had the paint mixed at Sherwin Williams. I have found that I like the coverage that Sherwin Williams gives over the other brands.


In June the year before, we had spent our summer vacation in Colonial Williamsburg in Virginia and – Oh my heart! I swear, had a known that such a place existed, I would not have ended up a nurse living in Upstate New York in a Folk Victorian! I would have been working in Colonial Williamsburg and living in a Colonial-era home!

So now, enjoy some time-lapse video of me putting the first coat of paint on the walls. Here is a critical lesson to all of you: Always do two coats of paint. At least two. And take your time. Painting is easy, but you have to take your time cutting in with a brush and then rolling slowly to avoid splatter and bubbles. Do what I did: Put on a movie you know by heart, grab some vino, and listen to the movie while you paint. (And yes, some of the videos are sideways because I didn’t know that you couldn’t video time-lapse with your phone horizontally. Lesson learned).












It took a three-day weekend and a full bottle of wine, but I got the color on. And I loved it. IT IS THE PERFECT WARM BROWN! This was the color I was looking for when I painted our master bedroom. You hear me Milk Toast?! BROWN. NOT PINK. BROWN! This brown made the trim pop without making the room too dark and it didn’t overwhelm the color of the stain on the wood floors and make them look too bright…I’m telling you, it’s the stuff of dreams.

Next, we needed to cut, cope, and install quarter round on the top and bottom of the base molding to cover the gaps that were left. You guys – I bought twelve different sample colors for the walls. All of them came from the Colonial Williamsburg palette (because I have an obsession) and they ranged from grey to green to brown to blue! I was seriously all over the map. And since we all know what a good judge of color I am (insert eye roll here) I left it up to the hubby to choose (Bravo, hubs!). But what to do with all those pint-size (literally) samples of paint? YOU USE THEM. Again, shout out to Amy Heavilin from Vivicious Victorian for that golden nugget of advice! So the light green I choose, called “Bassett Hall Green”, was used to paint the quarter round and give a little detail and contrast to the room. Bassett Hall also made it on to the ceiling medallion I painted!


Yup. That would be our formal living room I was painting in. And that would be Winnie making yet another guest appearance.


Dad came back to teach me how to use an air nailer to install the quarter round. I’m a regular pro now!

Now again, there is nothing “perfect” about this room. The walls are still wonky, the floor is flat but still has a slant (what floor doesn’t in an old house?) and the baseboards are not perfect. As such, the quarter round didn’t fit “perfectly” to the wall. And that’s ok. I prefer it that way. Trying to make an old house too perfect will make it look like you are trying to make an old thing look too new, and that was not the look I was going for here. There would be no extreme caulking to take up the gaps or cutting things at super crazy angles to make them fit just right. We pressed the quarter round in place and shot a nail through it,puddied up the holes from the nail and touched them up with paint (FYI: Q-tips work GREAT for that kind of spot work!). In the end, I loved the perfectly imperfect way it turned out!


Remember, we didn’t remove the base molding and replace it. There was nothing wrong with it! Yes, it had been painted over (poorly) God knows how many times over the years and yes the paint had chipped and things were drilled into the wood (we have an obscene number of telephone wires and jacks around this house…and before you ask, no. It was never an office!), but I fell in love with the texture and the story that those base moldings told. So no gaps were filled, and no crazy cuts were made. What was there was there, and I love the results! (The outlet covers are egg and dart antiqued brass reproductions from House of Antique Hardware. All the Hardware in this room was from there! I chose egg and dart because it is a classic pattern that was very “in” in the late 1800’s).

The very last thing that needed to be painted in the room was the inside of the closet. I wasn’t planning on painting the inside…it was an expense I just couldn’t afford! But remember all those sample paint colors? Yup, you betcha! What better paint to use and what better way to add an unexpected pop of color to this very neutral room? You wouldn’t see it unless the door was open (which would be pretty much never) and it didn’t cost me a dime extra! So, I chose to use the color “Williamsburg Wythe Blue” for the inside of my cubby hole. It was my first pick for the color of the entire room, but hubby nixed it (“The room is blue already and you want to paint it blue again?” Ugh. His logic kills me sometimes…). So, away I went! (PS, the video is moving because my phone was slowly slipping down the floor. Again, lesson learned).



Isn’t it a pretty blue? Lots of grey undertones! Can you see all the imperfections in the walls in the closet? We didn’t spend any extra money or time fixing the closet. Like I said, the door was going to be closed most of the time anyways.

Last, before furniture, was hardware. Imagine me as the heart-eyed emoji right now! To me, hardware is how you take a normal room and make it vintage. Everything I chose for the room was in an egg and dart pattern and in antique brass. Regular brass screams “too new” and “too 80’s” all at the same time! But add some shadowing to it and BAM! You got show stoppers! The only other “metal” in the room is the cast-iron vent cover over the heating and AC duct for the room. But boy, between that ceiling medallion, the chandelier and the hardware, this room sung!


Be still my heart! Someday, all of the light switches in the house will be switched over to the old-fashioned push button variety! We have ONE of those left in the house in the upstairs hallway, and it always makes me smile! At the time, there just wasn’t enough room in the budget for something like that when the switch that was there worked just fine.


Remember how I said I was going to replace that rim lock?? I chose a black porcelain knob to tie in with the cast iron grate over the heating and AC duct, even though the original knob was white.


This cast iron heating cover gives me all the feels! When previous owners put in the central air (Thank you Lord and baby Jesus!), the opening through the lath and plaster was basically knocked out with a hammer. We couldn’t expand the hole, but the cast iron grate was too big and showed the rough edges, not to mention the shiny ductwork inside. So what do you do? You spray paint it all black of course! Now you don’t even notice!

FINISHED! Now, I just had to get all this back into this tiny room…


Most of this stuff didn’t make it back into the room…it ran away to live with other unwanted stuff from other people’s houses and it’s much happier now.

Items started to trickle in slowly. Unfortunately, the previous July, my Uncle passed away. I ended up taking a lot of his belongings to use my own house – most notably, a lot of his books. They now sit on the shallow bookcase in the room (which I discovered USED to be a doorway between our master bedroom and the little blue room! Hence why it is so shallow!)


All of the books in this room came from my Uncle’s house, along with various other items that belonged to my great grandmother, like the small perfume bottle at the top of the bookcase. The handsome devil in the picture is my paternal grandfather. He was such a looker! (You like that super crooked framing at the top?? I do!)


The rug was bought on sale from And yes, those wrinkles are now gone! The little writing desk was my grandmother’s, and the small chair was a side-of-the-road find that hubby brought home for me!


The type writer belonged to hubby’s grandmother, and I think it might be my favorite thing in this room! The wooden American flag was my anniversary gift from the hubs this past year. I have been asking for one forever! And when I opened it and it was the Betsy Ross flag – forget about it! (The brown box hanging on the wall behind the door is my hideaway iron and ironing board!)


The last thing that was put into this room was one of my grandmother’s rocking chairs. I sit in this chair and read all the time! The “side table” is made up of two wooden Drambuie boxes from out of my Uncle’s house. We have them all over Palmer House! He used to distribute the Drambuie to local liquor stores and keep the boxes for storage in his basement. I put felt furniture pads under the bottom one to protect the floors and just stacked two on top of one another! The newspaper article in the frame is an advertisement for this brand new thing called a telephone book! It’s from approximately 1911 (more on that good stuff coming soon!). The books belonged to Uncle, and the small pitcher and saucer were likely my great grandmothers.

So there you have it! The Little Blue Room turned sitting room! We put a lot of love into this room and I feel like it shows. It’s probably my favorite in the house so far since it holds so many items from family members. This room was fun to do! And what a transformation from Tiffany Blue to a coffee color! The scary part is that this is probably the simplest room in terms of size and what it needed in terms of restoration. The other bedrooms are going to be much bigger jobs, and I am dreading it as much as I am looking forwards to it! More to come soon!

“If you don’t see the book you want on the shelf, write it” – Beverly Cleary


When we walked into Palmer House for the first time, the first thing I noticed were the original 2″ maple floors…that led right into the most amazing dining room with the most stunning built-in hutch I had ever seen. Here is the picture of the room from the listing:

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Beautiful room, isn’t it? The only problem I had with the room, was the yellow on the top half of the room. It wasn’t a bad yellow, but it was very yellow, and I didn’t like it with the grey bottom.

However, after the debacle with the paint color in the bedroom, I learned that I am NOT good with paint! So instead of trying to choose one specific color myself, I thought it would be fun to narrow down the choice to three separate colors, and allow my thirty or so guests at my housewarming party to choose for me!

I went to Lowes, and picked out several shades of white and cream. I narrowed it down to three different colors from the National Historic Trust palette and taped them on our gallery wall that held our wedding photos. Below that, I placed a bowl and pieces of scrap paper with pens and asked everyone to vote for their favorite color. It was a good game! Everyone enjoyed it knowing that they would have a hand choosing a color in my new home, and it was a really fun way for me to figure out which color was the popular opinion! In the end, the choice was Montgomery White from Benjamin Moore.

The best part about this paint job? It was only half the room. My father was kind enough to lightly buff the walls for me while he was over at the house doing another job. That night, I had the walls primed and ready for two coats of paint the next day. The result was even better than I could have imagined!





It is by far the most “modern” color combination I have in the house. Grey is a very “in” color right now, and it was NOT a color found in Victorian households, even a “blue-collar” household like this on was (History on the house coming soon!). Victorian houses were FULL of jewel-tones colors and were often covered in wallpaper. Luckily, the wood tones of the hutch and table keep the old soul in this room. I upgraded the outlet and switch covers to a classic egg and dart pattern from House of Antique Hardware, put decorative hinges on the dining room door, and purchased two cast iron cold air returns.




And, Voila! The dining room that a housewarming party made was done! It’s gorgeous. Having Christmas and Thanksgiving dinners in this room is amazing. We lay out all of the food on the hutch and spend a long time talking, eating, and laughing together. Little did I know that this wasn’t going to be the end of the renovations in this room, and boy, was I in for a nightmare!

Stay tuned…

“Therefore, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all the glory of God.” 1 Corinthians 10:31




Ahhh….Halloween, that most festive of fall holidays. If you know me personally, you’ll know (or maybe you don’t know) that I am a Halloween freak! I don’t mean that I like to dress up in costumes and run around getting candy on Halloween night. I don’t even mean that I like going out and partying during the “Halloween season”.

I like decorating Palmer House and dressing up in such a way that it scares the snot out of little kids and automatically becomes the coolest house in the village! Seriously, I’ve made little ones cry…and then I DO feel bad, but for the most part the kiddo’s have a lot of fun with it!


I have animatronics, low laying fog machines, strobe lights, zombies, graves, skeletons…the list goes on and on! Last year, I made my most exciting purchase – a projector. This baby projects from inside my house onto mesh fabric hung in my window and makes my house look like it’s haunted.

Halloween baller status all up in Palmer House!

Halloween prep for Palmer House starts in August. That’s when I start going online and looking for new props, special effects and DIY projects. I make sure that I have the day before, the day of and the day after Halloween off from work, purely for set up and put away reasons. I never leave my Halloween decorations up for an extended period of time. Number one, I don’t want them getting ruined by weather. Number two, I don’t want anything stolen or vandalized. Number three, and most important in my book, no one wants to look at Halloween decorations past November first. No one.

I cannot tell you how excited I was to decorate Palmer House the first year that we were in the house! Prior to that, we lived in a town house and we got zero trick-or-treaters for three years. For some that would probably be heaven, but for a Halloween lover like me, that just plain stinks. So my Halloween decorations stayed packed up in my parents attic…alone, scared…wondering when they would be able to bring joy and terror to little kids again…

Yes, I’m sitting here laughing at myself.

Anyways, the first year at Palmer House on Halloween was a blast! The neighbors had told me to expect between 300-500 kids, and they weren’t far off! If I remember correctly, that first year we got 535 kids (And I STILL had candy leftover!). Our house was a hit! Even the adults got a kick out of the decorations! However, there was something overshadowing all that fun and excitement for me…the front steps.

When I started getting all excited about actually being able to “haunt” Palmer House, Chris stopped me in my tracks and said “Well you’re going to have to send the kids to the family room door.” What?! The family room?! When we have this amazingly deep front porch that will protect the animatronics from the rain and let the low laying fog spill over onto the ground creating an incredible and terrorizing effect?! No way! We were totally sending the kids to the front porch.

Besides, we had no outlets for all that stuff at the family room door! Sheesh…

“Those front steps are an accident waiting to happen. Some kid is going to fall down them and hurt themselves.” ………..What?……….No they won’t……….They’ll totally be ok………. “The tread’s are half the size they should be and the railings are starting to rot.” Well, crap. That was going to throw off my whole plan for everyone having a great time getting their candy. So I decided that not only would I be playing the part of the candy passer-outer, I would also be playing safety officer and reminding the kids to be careful and not run.

So that was that. Mind made up. So all night I stood at the door, admiring costumes and encouraging kids to actually come up the walkway and not worry about the seven-foot tall grim reaper standing on the porch while reminding them not to run and to take their time.

And then it happened. A little one, probably only about six, slipped on the second step and slid down the rest of them onto the walkway, landing on his bottom. I was mortified. I ran out to help him but he had already popped back up, no tears to be seen, and started running towards the next house. I asked his parents if he was ok and they laughed and said he was fine. Then, it happened again! Right at the end of the night! By now, all that were left out were the teenagers that were too old to be trick-or-treating. But hey, free candy – am I right??

This kid was probably fifteen and dressed in some kind of slasher costume that made no sense to me (but whatever), and the exact same thing happened. His foot slipped on the second step and he slid down the rest of the stairs on his bottom. He also popped right back up and said he was fine, but the jeering from his friends definitely bent his ego slightly. However, after two falls, it was clear that the front porch steps had to be re-built before the next Halloween.

I wish I still had a good picture of the front steps…again, playing catch-up on two year’s worth of changes on the house means that sometimes you don’t have “before” pictures! First, before we talk about how tiny these stairs actually were, a little education for those who don’t know: A stair tread is the horizontal part of the stairs that you step on, while a stair riser is the vertical part of the stair that supports the stair tread. In the United States, a stair tread is typically a minimum of ten inches. That’s big enough to fit any size foot in any size shoe, boot, heel, sandal, what-have-you. A standard US stair riser is no more than seven and three quarter inches. That helps prevent tripping going up or down the stairs.

In the picture below, my dad had gotten to the old stairs too quickly and I missed a good “before” shot, but you can see how deep the stringer (The supporting member running the length of an incline stair upon which the treads and the risers are mounted) is – which is to say, not very! The treads were about eight inches deep. You would think that two inches wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but to give you a better visual: When I went up and down those stairs to water my plants in the summer, I was waddling up them with my feet turned out like a penguin. No wonder I had two casualties that night! You can also see in the picture how the stringer and base were rotting away because the lumber wasn’t pressure treated.


Dad bought and assembled a whole new support structure out of pressure treated wood and extended the tread to the proper ten inches it should have been. We chose to use the same material the porch was made out of for the tread and to cover the riser and the stringer – Trex flooring. Not exactly period correct, but I wanted everything to match and I never wanted to have an issue with rot again. We installed new hand railings (White plastic. Again, not period correct or what I would have wanted ideally, but I can keep them clean and since they will be out from under the eaves and exposed to the elements, they will stand the test of time. Whenever we renovate the front porch, they might be replaced with wood…maybe), which also brought the railing height up to code, which it wasn’t prior to this.


love my front steps now. They are easy to spray down and keep clean, I have no worries about anyone tripping or slipping on them, and the railings are sturdy and supportive. Our second Halloween was an even bigger hit than the first with no falls down the stairs. These littler projects aren’t the most exciting, dramatic things you could do for a home, but sometimes getting the projects done that are the “back burner” projects feel the best because you know that they will keep falling lower and lower on the priority list. Our front steps were one of those. But shouldn’t the front steps of your home – the thing that welcomes friends, neighbors, and family into the place you spend your life – be the most sturdy, reliable, functional part of your home to carry you over the threshold?

“My soul can find no staircase to heaven, unless it be through Earth’s loveliness” – Michelangelo

I’ve been going back and forth with what I wanted to put into this blog post. It’s hard to make a post interesting when some of the improvements made to Palmer House took place two years ago and you don’t have pictures! Not to mention, sometimes the improvements are made out of necessity, and aren’t always the “prettiest” ones. But I think this post will be fun to read since it makes me chuckle when I think back on it.

When we bought Palmer House, we hired a home inspector and walked through with him. At this point, I had fallen in love with the house and I was terrified that he was going to find something wrong with the house in a major way…a problem with the foundation or the roof, maybe mold, termite ants, rot or nuclear bomb in the basement! I mean, the possibility for disaster was endless!!! (Yes, I in fact DO get myself this worked up over situations like these). When he was done with his walk through, there were only two problems he had with the house. “Only TWO?!” I couldn’t believe it! But I had to hold my breath, because again, the house might be on a sinkhole or something.

“You have a mold problem in the attic. Nothing serious, but the current owners need to pay to have it remediated before you can buy it. That’s the only thing holding up the sale, but you really need to invest in a sump pump with a battery back-up in the basement. You practically have a stream running into the pit where the current sump pump is. You loose power one day, and your basement is going to be flooded.”

A pit and a stream was right! There was a hand-dug hole in the basement floor and a sump pump had been dropped into the hole to pump out the water that was – literally – flowing into the basement. The day we walked through the house, we went into the basement and looked around quickly – but it was Christmas time. The ground was frozen, not wet – there was no stream to be found at that time. In hindsight, that was probably a good thing. Had Chris and I seen that on the first showing, we may have questioned the entire idea of buying Palmer House…a small creek in the basement would be enough to ward anyone off I think! Anyways, when we walked through with the home inspector, it was March, and everything had started to thaw out. The water was pouring in a from a small hole on one side of the foundation and landing right in the sump pump pit. Which made me ask the question, what came first – the stream or the pit? My gut was telling me the stream…

The basement was a wet one. The floor was damp, and the low areas had small pools of standing water. There was no French drain, so there was no way to get any standing water to the sump pump. There was a dehumidifier sitting on blocks with a hose going out from it into the pit. It was obviously supposed to drain the water into the pit to be pumped out, but at the time, the tank was reading full and the basement was a soupy mess. Apparently, we were going to need help in the moisture department…

Flash forward to about two months after we bought Palmer House. Chris had gotten home late and I had already gone to bed. Next thing I know, Chris is whispering in the ear to get up and help him because a pipe had burst in the basement. I think this is every new homeowners worst nightmare! I shot out of bed and followed him downstairs. This is where it gets interesting…

Now, what I didn’t tell you, was that right over the sump pump pit was the fuse box for the entire house. When I stepped off the stairs into the basement, I could see that a copper elbow joint had split and was spraying water all over the fuse box. Neither of us knew what to do. Luckily, the pit was catching the majority  of the water, but there was a puddle of standing water around the pit, under the fuse box, and of course right under the valve we had to get to to turn the water off. We had no idea if the water was electrified, and there was no way we were going to step in that puddle to find out. We tried grabbing a broom and pushing the lever to the valve closed, but the water pressure was too great against the valve for a broom handle (See why I say in hindsight I chuckle at this situation? There we are, me in my PJ’s and Chris in his work clothes, reaching across a puddle to push a handle to a valve while water sprays all over our hot electrical box). After only a few seconds of this, we decided to call 911 and get the fire department in the house. It was so embarrassing! I don’t remember exactly what time it was, but it was late…like so late it was approaching early. Our fire department is volunteer, so we woke up these poor men and women in the middle of the night for this! The fire alarm also went off at the fire department, so I’m sure we woke up half the Village! At least they wouldn’t know where the firemen were going or for what! We had two sprint units show up at our front door, thankfully before the actual truck showed up (I would have been incredibly mortified!). I explained what was going on and the two men followed me into the basement. We explained to them that we weren’t sure if the electrical box was compromised or if the standing water was electrified, and as we were saying this – the guy walked across the room and shut the valve off. You want to talk about feeling like a fool?? We said thank you and goodnight and apologized over and over for waking them up. Of course, they were very gracious and told us that that was what they were there for.


In the morning, the man, the myth, the legend – my dad, contractor superior – came over, bought a $3.00 rubber piece of pipe, and fixed the broken elbow in about fifteen minutes.


The fuse box looked intact, but it needed to dry out. We set up a big box fan and let everything dry over the next week. During that time, we bought a new sump pump with a marine battery back-up and hired my dad to put it in. We also looked a the dehumidifier, which was working, just not draining unless we physically emptied it ourselves. Chris hooked up the drainage hose to an air compressor and blew the hose out to reveal a bunch of built up junk. The second we hooked everything back up, the dehumidifier started draining into the pit. Yay! At least one thing was working! When my dad came a few weeks later to dig a proper pit and hook up the new sump pump, he removed four five-gallon buckets worth of debris from breaking up the floor and scooping out the existing pit. Two bags of concrete and a plastic bucket later and we had a proper pump pit! We hooked up the pump, got the dehumidifier draining and got the electrical box dried out the rest of the way. I don’t know if that basement has ever been that dry, ever, in it’s life! It was a relief to me – water is the killer of houses – and we had 138-year-old hand-hewn hemlock timbers holding up our house!


Here’s the pretty new sump pump pit. Sorry there’s no before pictures, but use your imagination and picture a hole dug into the ground! The black box on the floor is our marine battery back-up, and the white box is our dehumidifier – definitely the thing that keeps the basement as dry as possible!

Luckily, we have never had use for the battery back-up as we have never lost power in the house, but it makes me feel much better knowing that it’s there! And up until yesterday (literally), we haven’t had to clean out the drainage hose to the dehumidifier and the basement has been nice and dry!

Let that be a lesson to all you old home owners! Make sure you have yourself a good sump pump with a proper pit, a dry basement, and a contractor that’s willing to do the little jobs!

“It’s not the beauty of a building you should look at; it’s the construction of the foundation that will stand the test of time.” – David Allen Coe

When Chris and I were brought through Palmer House for a showing, the one and only thing I remember wanting to change was the color of the walls in the mater bedroom. While standing in the room I remember turning to Chris and saying “These lavender walls have got to go!”. I have nothing against lavender…it’s my favorite scent of all time. It’s a beautiful flower. It is the essential oil that is constantly in my diffuser at night, but it’s not anything that I wanted on my bedroom walls!

There were other things that needed to be fixed about the bedroom as well. The ceiling fan in the room was off center, which didn’t make any sense to me. There was an odd pendent fixture on the ceiling, and the wall near the doorway was half sheetrock and half plaster with a weird cut in about halfway down the wall.


To top it off, the sheetrock around the ductwork for the central air was built up so thick, that at 5’4″, even I felt the need to duck, never mind my 6’1″ husband! It wasn’t attached to the ceiling properly…just mudded into place, so the entire thing was falling down!

We hired the man, the myth, the legend – aka, my dad – for the job of renovating this room. At this point, neither of us were brave enough to take on any part of the plan we put in place for my dad to accomplish. My dad has thirty plus years experience as a contractor, and there was no one else I would trust my house to. We wanted the sheetrock on the ductwork torn down and replaced with new sheetrock that would allow for headroom as you walked into the room – and we preferred it attached to the ceiling. We also extended it all the way across the room to the opposite wall, which made it a smoother transition and more continuous and natural-looking in the room. Once it was done, we gained almost three inches of clearance! I also wanted the wall near the doorway fixed, and we decided to cover the bottom half, which was plaster, with sheetrock. When we removed the pendant fixture, we found a capped, but hot electrical box underneath. Instead of hiring an electrician to take care of it, we hard-wired a smoke detector in it’s place.


We made the sheetrock hug the ductwork, and as a result we gained about three inches of headroom walking through the door. We also extended the sheetrock all the way across the room to meet the closet. This made the ductwork disappear into the room and the whole thing appear more fluid.



This is where the pendent fixture was, and where the new, hardwired smoke detector is. No more batteries here! But don’t worry – there is a battery-powered smoke detector in the hallway in case the power goes out!


Other, small changes were made. We tore down and replaced some crown molding that was either falling down or missing, bought covers for electrical sockets that were missing, and cracks were patched in the ceiling.

Then…came my mistake and my lesson. Paint. My love. My hate. Ugh. I found that I have no eye for paint color. If you look at pictures of homes from the Victorian era, there is a LOT of color. Bold color. Deep reds, golds, emeralds, and amethysts. Those colors are just not in my color wheel for my home. What I wanted was a tope-y tan color that would match the duvet on our bed. I picked a color that I thought would work – Milk Toast. OH MILK TOAST, HOW YOU FOOLED ME!! We did everything that every contractor, website, YouTube video and blog would tell you – we painted a patch of it on the wall, in the corner, near the window and watched it throughout the day for a couple days as the light changed. I swear, it looked brown. It looked brown! We planned on keeping the trim the same color, as we didn’t want to invest more money on either wood-stained trim, or more paint. I mean we just bought a house people! We needed to pinch a few pennies! Anyways…I decided I liked the paint color and told my dad to go ahead and paint the whole room. I came home from work, walking in the bedroom and said “Oh my God, it’s PINK!”.

That’s right. My tope-y brown, with two coats of paint on a full room, was actually pink. I quickly ran to the computer and looked the color up. When I was standing in front of all the swatches in Lowes, I didn’t even notice that I had gravitated towards the RED section! NOOO! I had paid for the paint and I had paid for my dad to put the paint on the walls! There was no going back now…the pink was going to stay.

The only other thing that we agreed to keep, at least for now, was the new carpet that had been installed in the room. We know that there are original wood floors under the carpet, but at the time, we just didn’t have the money to put into the floors. The carpet was new and it was in great shape, so it was also there to stay.

Most recently, the paint color in the room has been driving me CRAZY. The bedding that we had, up until last week, consisted of a blue quilt, blue throw pillows with various patterns on them, a tope-and-ivory colored duvet with a floral pattern on it and matching pillowcases. It’s very pretty, but in a Folk Victorian with pink walls (barf), it clashed on both the color and modernity counts. It got to the point where I was itching for a new project, and I was to the point where it was going to come down to me buying paint and doing the whole room over or me buying a new quilt and new covers for the throw pillows to make it tolerable until we have the money to re-do the floors and re-paint the room at the same time. In the end, that made more sense economically. So I purchased an ivory quilt off of, and throw pillow covers from Pottery Barn in muted tones that would work with the pink (Again…barf). The duvet stayed the same. Sometimes, I guess we have to settle for the temporary fixes instead of the whole shebang…



Here is what the bedding looks like now. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find any pictures of the old bedding…the consequences of starting a blog two years in! Here are some of the things I love about our master bedroom:



This dresser was in Chris’s parents house. When we got engaged and moved in together, we sanded it down and put a couple of coats of polyurethane on it. It came out beautiful, and it’s a piece that we will keep in the house forever.


I managed to catch two things I love about my room in one shot. The two small windows in our room are charming! The two Drambuie boxes came out of my late Uncles’ house. I use them like an end table and decorated them with books from his house, pictures of my grandma at our wedding, and my favorite shot of us at our reception venue.


But THIS. This is one of my new favorite things! This was a hand-me-down from a dear family friend.


And what’s more, it goes perfectly with my great-grandmother’s sewing stool! Plus it’s from the same generation! (Guest appearance by Cinder)

So what’s next for this room? For now, nothing. Renovations cost money and must come by priority, and this room isn’t our priority right now. But don’t worry! There will be other fun things to come! So stay tuned!

“Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun, and with him rise weeping.”
– William Shakespeare

Thanks for joining me! Welcome to Palmer House!

First, some introductions. My name is Stephanie Palmer and I live in Palmer House with my husband of five happy years, Chris. I am 30 years old and Chris is 29 (I’m such a cradle robber!). I work full-time as a NICU nurse at the major medical center in the capital region of upstate New York and Chris is an automotive mechanic in the tri-city area. We love what we do, but we love coming home even more! We purchased Palmer House two years ago. At the time, I wanted a “new build, move in ready house” with all the bells and whistles. Chris was slightly more practical and wanted a house with good bones. However we both knew we didn’t want an old house, and we made that very clear to our realtor.


I should have known better!

On top of being an NICU nurse, an avid kayaker, camper, gardener and a generally-anything-outdoors-er, I am a huge history buff. Give me something from Colonial America to WWII and I will eat it up! How did I not realize that the right house would need to be at least a hundred years old??

Palmer House was snuck into a pile of about twelve houses by our realtor on a day where we were going to do nothing but house hunt. Of course, I flipped through all the print outs of the listings before we started and purposely put Palmer House down as the last house to visit that day. There was no way I was going to want to live in a 138-year-old house. It was probably falling down rotten, with drafty old windows, a leaky roof, no air conditioning…ugh. What was she thinking?

loved the house the moment we stepped foot in it! The floors in the formal living room and dining room were obviously original, or pretty darn close to it! The kitchen was more modern but still had a warm, inviting appeal about it. The family room was open to the kitchen, but was nicely separated by two steps, making it feel like a separate space. There was a full downstairs bathroom and a beautiful screened in back porch and fenced in back yard that was large, but not too large.

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This is the picture of the formal living room from the previous owners. LOOK AT THOSE FLOORS! (All the photos of the house in this posting are from the listing and are what the house looked like when we bought it).

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Those floors continue into the dining room. I just about fell over when I saw that built-in hutch!

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This is the “working” area of the kitchen, and you can see our full second bathroom peaking its head around the corner!

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Our family room is right off the kitchen, making it a great place for holiday gatherings when I need to shoo people out of my way!

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The screened in back porch is the only place we eat from May-September!

Upstairs it was obvious that the floors were also original maple. They were exposed in two out of the four bedrooms. There was a complete cedar closet in the hallway that made me swoon and a stunning upstairs bathroom with walls covered in converted wood flooring that was painted to make the room feel old and quaint. The bathroom and back bedroom, we would later find out, was an addition made to the house (we think in the 50’s?). The “Red Bedroom”, as we now call it, was one of the rooms with the exposed maple floors. They were painted a barn-red with floral yellow wallpaper on the walls. Not what I would have picked, but I didn’t care. I loved it. The Master Bedroom was carpeted recently and was just the right size, and the “Blue Room” was the current owners sewing room. It was small, with the exposed wood floors and a small closet.

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One of the quirks I positively love about Palmer House is that the staircase is tucked off to the left of the house on an exterior wall…odd place for stairs don’t you think? Stay tuned…

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There were only two pictures of the upstairs in the listing of Palmer House, which immediately made me suspicious. This is the “Red Bedroom”, aptly named for the barn-red painted maple floors.

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This was the picture of the Master Bedroom from the listing. Those walls are lavender. We loved the new carpet…we hated the lavender. It was one of the things that was going to have to go!

Now, you have to understand, the house that Chris and I saw before this was a flip house that was just completed, with bones from the 1980’s. And I wanted that house. I needed that house. That house had everything I had pictured my house having. Vaulted ceilings in the living room which was open concept to the kitchen, new bathrooms and bedrooms, a finished basement, air conditioning, shiny tile, granite countertops, oh my! And I worked every angle I could to get Chris to like it. I even got my built-in contractor (aka, dad) to come over and walk through it with us! Between the two of us, Chris is all practicality and I am (mostly) emotion…at least when it comes to buying houses. All he saw was a shower pan not set in concrete so it would end up leaking, a paint job that wasn’t done perfectly, not enough bedrooms, and a kitchen and living room that were…ok. I was stumped. And I couldn’t sell it to him, no matter what angle I played or how hard I tried.

He didn’t love it. And that’s ok. Because Palmer House was up next. I remember clear as day being upstairs with him and our realtor. I looked back at him in the hallway and said, “You’re not going to believe this, but I love this house. I want this house.” We put an offer in at the Homefront Café around the corner and submitted it that afternoon. I wrote a heartfelt letter to the owners telling them just how much we loved their house and how much respect we had for the history of it. They had put a lot of work into it…all the “big” stuff was done. A new roof in the last five years, new windows, central air and ductless air/heating units in three of the four bedrooms, a new kitchen…all while preserving and respecting the character, warmth and history of the house.

Well it turned out that that letter sealed the deal, and our offer was accepted that evening. We found out later that the house had been on the market for several months and we were the only ones to put an offer in. Every other couple was looking for what I thought I wanted…new, modern, move-in ready. But I see the potential in this old girl. I see the love and respect those before us have had for her, and we are going to try to continue that in our adventures renovating and restoring her. I hope you’ll join us! It promises to be something exciting!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton