Showing posts with label wood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wood. Show all posts

Sunday, 22 September 2013

Testing Pinterest on wood / Pinterest testé sur du bois

Do you, like me, pin a hundred DIY ideas from Pinterest and tell yourself that you will try them someday?

Est-ce que, comme moi, vous épinglez des centaines d'idées de choses à faire soi-même, en vous disant qu'un jour vous allez les essayer?

One of those days arrived last week and I finally tested something pretty cool that I had seen on Pinterest.  It consists of preparing a natural mixture to use as wood stain.  When applied to wood, it gets into the pores of the wood and gives an aged wood finish, or so it says.  I followed the instructions from this site.

Un de ces jours est arrivé la semaine dernière et j'ai finalement décidé de tester quelque chose de très intéressant que j'avais vu sur Pinterest.  Ça consiste à mélanger des ingrédients naturels pour en faire une teinture pour le bois.  Lorsqu'appliqué sur le bois, le mélange liquide s'infiltre lentement dans les pores du bois pour lui donner une apparence de bois vieilli, ou du moins c'est ce qu'on en disait.  J'ai suivi les instructions fournies sur ce blog.

One evening, I stole coffee grounds from Patrick's coffee pot and mixed it with white vinegar, then I dropped a ball of steel wool in the jar and let it sit all night long.  The sight wasn't pretty, nor the smell attractive, but I thought it was worth the try, if it was going to give the results seen on the reference blog.  

Un soir, j'ai volé du marc de café dans la cafetière de Patrick et je l'ai mélangé avec du vinaigre blanc.  J'ai ensuite ajouté une balle de laine d'acier dans le bocal et j'ai laissé reposer toute la nuit.  Ce n'était pas très beau à voir, ni très agréable à l'odeur, mais je me disait que ça valait bien la peine de l'essayer, si c'était pour obtenir des résultats semblables à ceux vus sur le blog de référence.

(Oh, and in case you wonder about the presence of red fur on most of the following pictures, I had a very eager assistant the morning of my "photo shoot", and she just wouldn't go away from the camera.)

(Oh, et au cas ou vous vous posez des questions au sujet de la fourrure rousse qui figure dans la plupart des photos suivantes, disons que j'avais une assistante un peu trop dévouée le matin de ma séance de photos, et elle refusait de s'éloigner de la caméra.)


The wood that I wanted to age were some planks of unfinished engineered oak flooring that my sister had given me (unfortunately, I did not think of taking before pictures of these planks).  I knew I should be testing my stain on another piece of wood first, but I did not have any scrap of oak at home, so I tested it on two other different woods:  birch and pine.  Oak being a hard wood more like birch, I supposed it would react more like this one than like pine.  

Le bois que je voulais vieillir étaient des morceaux de plancher en bois d'ingénierie, du chêne non fini que ma soeur m'avait donné (malheureusement, je n'ai pas pensé de prendre des photos avant transformation de ce bois).  Je savais qu'il valait mieux tester ma teinture sur un autre morceau de bois d'abord, mais comme je n'avais pas de retaille de chêne à la maison, j'ai fait des tests sur deux autres essences de bois:  du merisier et du pin.  Comme le chêne est un bois franc, de la même façon que le merisier, je supposais qu'il allait réagir davantage comme celui-ci que comme le pin.

You can see on the picture below the difference on the two wood essences.  Birch is at the top of the picture, right under my assistant's paw. You can see how it turned gray like real aged wood.  Pine is the other piece of wood, cut as a quarter of a circle.  The result on this wood was more orangey, with streaks of gray.  I liked both, but was aiming at the gray version shown on birch.

Vous pouvez voir sur la photo ci-dessous la différence sur les deux essences de bois.  Le merisier est le morceaux en haut de la photo, juste en dessous de la patte de mon assistante.  On voit bien comme le bois a tourné au gris comme du vrai bois vieilli.  Le pin est l'autre morceau de bois, coupé en quart de cercle.  Le résultat sur ce bois est plus orangé, avec des stries de gris au-travers.  J'aimais bien les deux résultats, mais je visais plutôt la version grise du merisier.


After my two tests, I decided to get going on my oak planks.  I had five of those planks, and I stained them all together, with the same quantity of product, in the same conditions.  What is fun, but also a bit stressful with this stain is that it doesn't give instant results.  You have to apply the stain, and then let it sit there while it reacts with the wood fibers.  I was busy with other painting activities in the yard that day, so I stained my pieces and went to do something else.  When I returned about half an hour later, here is what I found:

Après avoir complété mes deux tests, j'ai décidé de me lancer sur mes planches de chêne.  J'avais cinq de ces planches, et je les ai teintes toutes ensemble, avec la même quantité du produit, dans les mêmes conditions.  Ce qui est excitant, et aussi un peu stressant avec cette teinture naturelle, c'est qu'elle ne donne pas de résultats instantanés.  Il faut appliquer la teinture, et ensuite lui laisser le temps de produire sa réaction avec les fibres du bois.  Comme j'étais occupée avec d'autres activités de peinture dans ma cour cette journée-là, j'ai teint mes cinq morceaux de bois et je suis allée faire autre chose.  Quand j'y suis revenue environ une demi-heure plus tard, voici ce que j'ai trouvé:



Four of the five planks had turned a very dark shade of grey-blue, almost black.  The fifth plank was a beautiful gray-beige exactly like what I had envisioned.  I couldn't find any explanation as to why there had been two different reactions on the same wood essence.  I showed them to Patrick that night (he knows a lot more about wood than I do), but he couldn't explain it either.

Quatre des cinq planches avaient viré au gris-bleu très foncé, presque noir.  La cinquième planche était d'une belle teinte gris-beige exactement comme ce que j'avais espéré.  Je ne pouvais pas expliquer ce qui avait causé ces deux réactions différentes sur la même essence de bois.  J'ai montré mes planches à Patrick ce soir-là (il en connaît bien plus sur le bois que moi), mais il n'a pu l'expliquer lui non plus.



The next day, I used the orbital sander and sanded down one of the dark planks, before applying a new coat of my stain, in the hopes that this time it would turn the right color.  Once again, it got darker and darker every minute, until it was back to the very dark gray-blue.

Le jour suivant, j'ai utilisé une sableuse orbitale pour sabler l'une des planches foncées, avant d'appliquer une nouvelle couche de ma teinture, avec l'espoir que cette fois-ci j'obtiendrais la bonne couleur.  Une fois encore, la couleur devenait de plus en plus foncée de minute en minute, jusqu'à redevenir d'un gris-bleu très foncé, presque noir.

Is there a moral to my story?  Hum, I guess expect the un-expectable?  My oak planks are not exactly ruined now, but I guess I will not use them for the intended purpose.  Will I try that stain again?  Probably, but I guess I will stick to cheap pine and go with safer methods on pricier hard woods.

Est-ce qu'il y a une morale à mon histoire?  Hum, je suppose qu'on pourrait dire qu'il faut s'attendre à l'inattendu?  Mes planches de chêne ne sont pas complètement ruinées, mais je ne pense pas que je vais les utiliser pour le projet que j'avais en tête.  Est-ce que je vais utiliser ce genre de teinture à nouveau?  Probablement, mais je pense que je vais m'en tenir à du bois bon marché comme le pin, et utiliser des méthodes aux résultats plus prévisibles pour les bois francs de plus grande valeur.

Have you tried something similar from Pinterest?  Have you got good results?

Avez-vous essayé quelque chose de similaire trouvé sur Pinterest?  Avez-vous obtenu de bons résultats?

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

Walk for Wildlife, April 10 to 16

National Wildlife Week

Did you hear the songbird's melody coming from that tall pine on the corner of your street?

Did you see the squirrel running along the neighbor's fence?

Did you notice the small toad jumping on the sidewalk, or the robin looking for worms on your front lawn?

I am a nature lover.  I cherish the trees and flowers that grow in my environment.  And I am amazed by all the animals that I meet, from the smallest ladybug in flower beds to the giant moose hiding in the forest.

This week we're all invited to go for a walk and look at the life around us.  We often forget all those creatures who share the territory with us and we don't realize how much our actions on the land impact them.

Official walks are organized all over the country, but I invite you to make it on a more personal level.  You don't need to go deep in the woods to be aware of the wildlife.  A simple stroll around your neighborhood will let you see plenty of animals, and will reconnect you with nature, if you just open your eyes and your ears and take time to observe.

I am not just talking about this, I believe in the necessity to reconnect with nature.  My boyfriend and I started the week on Sunday with a visit to one of our favorite places, a protected area including a small marsh, a wood and an access to the St.Lawrence River

The marsh was still frozen and pretty much deserted at this time of the year, but in summer
it is a marvellous place to observe birds:  herons and egrets, kingfishers and kingbirds, and a great number of ducks




We went down the trail to the woods where the snow had begun to melt and where robins were actively looking for juicy worms.  Black-capped chickadees and squirrels were begging us to give them seeds and nuts and were following us from branch to branch.  A wood-pecker was hard at work in the dead trees a little further, and water was streaming down the hill in a soft ringing melody.



And just as we were going through the apple orchard and wondering about the faded prints in the snow, Patrick spotted a deer lying under the trees about 30 feet from us.  We knew then whose prints we'd been looking at on the trail.  She looked at us unalarmed and let me take pictures of her for a long time, even when she got up and walked slowly towards a clearing.





A second deer was going her own way a little further, we watched silently as they gracefully entered another wooden area and disappeared.


Our walk took us down to the river side where we were able to observe a large flock of Canada geese feeding and chatting gaily.  We also spotted a couple of mallards sliding on the calm water and far away some sea ducks were visible through our binoculars, though we could not identify them at that distance.  We watched them dive and resurface a few yards from their starting point.


This was a walk filled with pure delight, and we still talk about it two days later as if we had just come home.  We could have made it a very different experience, we could have walked through the woods and never stopped one minute, talking about our problems or about the movie we had seen the night before.  The deers would have watched us walk by unnoticed.  We would have never seen the sea ducks.  We would have been annoyed by the insistence of the chickadees.
We would have forgotten that we share a land with so many other species, all of them worth at least as much interest as ourselves.

Take some time this week and go for a walk, open your eyes and your ears and your heart, and who knows what new furry or feathered friend you could meet.

Monday, 25 October 2010



Hello there!  I am back after a long silence, caused in part by all the work that needed to be done around the house in preparation of winter, but mostly because of our computer's illness (a nasty virus) over the last week and some trouble with our internet connection.

I have a few things to share in the next few days, starting with some pics from our little escapade in Saint-Hyacinthe and Victoriaville which took place a week ago.  What took us there in the first place was an event called Salon Passion Bois, a kind of fair where woodworkers meet and sell their creations.  We had a great time there, and found many pieces that we would have gladly brought home.  Instead, we came back with some exotic woods like Canary wood, lacewood and amarante, to be used for inlays in Patrick's future creations.

We spent the night in a gem of a B&B in Saint-Hyacinthe, Le Nid Fleuri, and fell in love with our room.


The victorian patterned wallpaper covered all the walls and the ceiling, and even baseboards and switchplates!  It was the kind of bold decor that I would never dare have at home, but love to live in for one night.


The furniture was very interesting as well, like this reproduction of an Arts and Crafts armoire, made of pine instead of the traditional oak.


The next day, on our way back home, we stopped at every antiques places on the road.  It was our first time antiquing out of Quebec-city and we had a blast.  Most of these places we huge and packed with (affordable) treasures.  

This place is my favorite of all, Antiquité Michel Prince Inc., the picture comes from their website.
I came across lots of stuff that I would love to call my own, like this library card cabinet.  I am crazy about those, and I wish someday I can have one in my house, in my craftroom maybe...

via Benoît Rochefort
I also have a thing for floor grates, I like all the lovely lacey patterns, but I have no idea what I'd use them for, so this will be for another time.

via Benoît Rochefort
We met a bunch of cute cats all through the day, because it seems that every antique store in that area, ,most of them barns, had its mascot cat, and I just couldn't resist taking their pictures.

Yup, this is me with my new friend, who followed me to the car and would have jumped in if I'd have let her!
This little kitty is Zoé, and she was clumsily trying to catch a fly.  I thought it was funny that she'd choose to lay on a carpet with leopards on it.
I almost stepped on this one, she was lying very still behind a table, looking a me with her big green eyes.
Finally, here are our finds of the day.  Pictures are as we found them, they all need deep cleaning and a new coat of finish.


I wanted a small chair to use as a spare in our office, and I really liked the simple shape of this one -- and its price.  I can already figure it with a cute checked cushion, and I just happen to have the perfect fabric for it in my stash.


The telephone was an idea of my boyfriend.  It came to him while we were at a flea market a while ago, and we thought we might get one to hang in our living room as a decoration.  The small size of this one was perfect for our tiny space, and I really like the big tag Made in Canada.  We just don't see that much anymore...


And last, but not least, Patrick grabbed these two old planes.  They don't look like much today, but you should see what he can do with them, they'll be all shiny and ready to go when he's finished with them.

This was our little antiquing expedition.  If you ever are in the region and want to follow the route too, here is a link to the Antiques Roadways & Byways.

That's all folks, I will be back later this week with some stitching I've been working on lately.

Sunday, 10 October 2010

A walk in the yellow wood

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;"


"Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,"









"And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back."

"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

-- Robert Frost, The Road not taken --