Well, the closets are painted. I still really like the color a lot. I feel like it goes nicely with the ceiling without competing with it too much. The next step, of course, is the doors, and that’s a step Peter has to do mostly on his own.
A step that called for a road trip!
Pete will be making the doors out of pine. It’s the most economical option, and since I’ll be painting the doors, not staining them, the color of the wood doesn’t matter all that much. What does matter, however, is that the wood be high enough quality that it won’t warp or bend, that the boards be straight when we get them and stay that way.
Wood from big box stores, like our local Lowe’s, can be a problem that way. Their “white wood” isn’t really pine, though everyone kind of assumes it is. It’s actually a fast-growing wood from New Zealand (this info via Pete). It tends to be low quality and it’s often warped or has huge knots and/or dents and splinters. Pete didn’t want to spend time making paneled doors with hand tools, only to have his doors warp and not fit correctly in their frames. (By the way, I was the one who requested doors that sit inside the frames instead of on the outside of them…so it’s kind of my fault that the doors have to fit so perfectly. And be more difficult to make. Oops.)
Enter Jeffries Fine Lumber south of Knoxville, TN (link is to a news article from 2012).
Last fall, via some online forums, Peter found out about a locally-owned fine lumber warehouse in Knox County; we took a date day in November-ish to go check it out. They supply all kinds of lumber from all around the world. It’s all really nice, high-quality stuff that you couldn’t find anywhere but a specialty lumber store.
It’s a little out in the middle of nowhere, in a big industrial park, the kind where one wonders if they’ll make the evening headlines. But once you find the green warehouse and step inside, you find some really cool stuff.
That right there is zebrawood. It’s beautiful and I’m in love.
This Saturday, we took the Boy along, and he had a blast scaring the crap out of me. He helped push our cart and his life was made when the owner drove a forklift past him.
Child, you’ll never have to tell anyone you had an “average” childhood.
Pete found his southern yellow pine (locally-sourced actual pine) and had it cut to size to fit into the station wagon. Our kid-hauler becomes a wood-hauler sometimes. This is a recent picture of my seating arrangement when Pete decides to buy wood when we’re driving the station wagon (not from this trip).
We brought the wood home and Pete’s next project will be to make those doors. Get on it, love. You don’t have anything else to do, right?