When we bought our house in October, I think we were only able to open about two windows in the entire place. The house is 2,400 sq feet, so we have a fair amount of windows. Most windows were painted shut, and you could tell had not been opened in years. This is confusing to me. Why would anyone paint windows shut? Sure. I get that they are drafty. This winter I shoved plastic garbage bags in the gaps of as many windows as possible. It wasn’t the most classy look in the world, but you do what you have to do, right? Old windows are both a blessing and a curse. But you don’t paint them shut.
My first instinct when we bought the place was to grumble and moan about the windows, and I quickly decided that we would replace them all over time with something brand new, energy efficient, and probably vinyl (for cost purposes.) But slowly and surely, over these past few months I have been going around the house, wrestling with whatever windows have screens in them, and I’ve been having success! You might even say I’ve bonded a little with the windows? These old wooden war horses still work, wouldn’t you know? 70+ years and going strong! Okay, maybe not strong, but they are going. And they have so much character. (Please remind me of that next January when it’s 0 degrees.) But seriously. These windows have seen a lot. And I hope they don’t tell me about most of it! Ha!
But anyhow…do you know how amazing it feels to have fresh air rush into a room where there previously was none? I will never take that for granted, I’m telling you, especially on these hot summer days.
Case in point: windows in kitchen over sink. Yesterday as I was washing dishes and sweating my brains out, I couldn’t take it anymore. Fresh air NEEDED to be mine. I picked the side that actually had a screen already in it, jumped up on the counter with my tool of choice and went to town.
The thing about these old windows…I’m not gentle. I use every ounce of strength I have to shove that metal putty knife in between the window parts. Window parts. I try not to get technical
because I have no idea what I’m talking about. By the time I get a window open I’m usually in a full blown sweat. But it is the best feeling in the world…
…even if you do unearth years of filth. And that’s after one swipe with a wet paper towel!
Sure! The walls have been half primed for nine months! (Going from orange to white) But who cares about a mess on the walls when we have more. fresh. air! And most importantly, that was a freeeeee improvement! And we all know those are about as elusive as a good night’s sleep when your three year old still sleeps in your bed every night. What???? I know. We’re working on that.