When someone says, “Let me check my basement.” or “Come on down to my basement”, my hopes are not high. I’m a little frightened. I’ve seen those movies…first thoughts are a pile of laundry, a de-humidifier, some tools (that COULD be used to fix up the basement, just sayin), and maybe even a fancy used fridge for a box-o-wine or the kids Capri-Sun economy pack. Hopefully zero chainsaws.
But a couple in Kent, Ohio think different. They began a basement renovation—dare I say a Stellar Cellar job—with the grandest ideas and vision.
They came to us with:
1. An unfinished basement
2. Plans of a space worthy of King Arthur or Henry VIII on their day off. Or in quarantine.
Pure, Victorian luxury. And yes, we are still talking about a basement.
Stone archways, supple leather sofas and bar stools, warm jeweled tones, French bistro-like coziness in rich colors and textures. A tufted velvet bench and ottomans, grand fireplace, copper sinks in the full bar and bathroom, and wrought iron splashed around like its standard.
They literally did not even mention a de-humidifier. Like, at all.
So, we set out to make it a reality. Not without bumps in the road. Custom tables built, then RE-built, to offer as much comfort as beauty.
Custom pillows. Stonework that rivals...well, really, really cool stonework.
A wine cellar- but one I want to write poetry in while I sip something I didn’t get from a tap... And lighting to bring it all together.
Atmosphere that hits you like a wall of stone. Which, is literally what the walls are. Stone.