Today I found out I needed to select the brick for the inside and outside fireplaces…oh and by the way…I had less than 24 hours to do so. And did I mention that whatever I select, I will have to live with for a lifetime…I doubt/hope we’ll never move again and renovations with C….never happening.
Little did I know that the bricks speced were regular old bricks and the plan was to paint them. That would have been ok with me…except that over the weekend I found this fabulous hand cut bricks from an old down town building. I really wanted to use these bricks. So I called the salvage shop to see if they had 900. I was told they did…but they had several different types in addition to the beautiful irregular ones I saw over the weekend.
I headed out of the office a wee bit early and jetted over to the salvage yard. Easy enough. Not so much. There were millions of bricks out there…all in massive piles in the middle of a field. The sun was bright and the colors on all of them looked terrible. This was not what I anticipated. The clock was ticking. I had to make a decision. ARGHHH. The ones I originally was thinking of using didn’t seem so great. I had this romantic vision of old beautiful brick to make a real statement in my house.
tick tock. tick tock. Pressure was on. I was about to fold and call it a day…resigning to new painted bricks. The vintage bricks were too expensive for the risk. But then to my delight, the owner of the salvage yard came over to help me. He showed me several options…out of the field in better light. Perfect. I chose the handcut bricks for the interior. They are delightfully irregular and full of personality. The exterior bricks are an eclectic mix. I met the salvage guy at the house at 9:00 am. Success. Bricks delivered. Brick masons ready.