Usually those words would strike terror except in the case of a cold winter evening when the wind is blowing and the fireplace is what is burning. Our heritage home came without a fireplace because The Richardson’s were rich Americans (this is a true story) and had put in a big boiler with central heat which was the latest thing when the house was built. So that meant we were required to be inventive to figure out where the fireplace would go as with the existing floor plan it wasn’t going to fit on the main floor.
So we have been fireplace shopping and have had a qualified dealer come out tonight to check out the situation and give us our options. We have a cast iron inset from the President’s Residence at the U of S that we would love to reuse so he is checking to see about sizes and clearances and venting and all sorts of other issues. Then we are figuring out which way we can and can not vent it out and how easy and hard that will be. It will be really nice to have that portion of the work done by a contractor which is a rare treat for us and means we can focus more on the aesthetics.
So now we just have to make it so and then pay for it. I do wish it was as easy as when Captain Kirk said it to Scottie! There will be lots of micro decisions to make along the way I am sure and perhaps a few set backs but perhaps by the time the snow melts it will be installed, she says hopefully but accepting that the chances of that are slim!
PS If you happen to have a concept where we could find specialized tile like the photo above please leave me a comment. It has to be the right size which is not a modern size at all plus the colour choice is important for us as well.