Anyone who knows me has heard me go on ad nauseam about the dream home we left behind in Connecticut when we moved from there to Colorado. It was on the newer side of antique by east coast standards, the primary structure (with it's huge cooking fireplace still intact) dating to sometime in the mid-1800's. Over the decades it had grown, sometimes in very orderly ways and at others in deliciously unique ones. One of it's many delicious quirks were the ancient, wide-plank pine floors and steep stair case with treads worn smooth and a beautifully curved handrail. Both of which squeaked. A lot. And we had three small children all still in the napping phase. I loved those floors and stairs and wouldn't have changed them for anything. They had earned the right to squeak.
These stairs however, at the ripe old age of only 39, have not earned the right to squeak yet. I refuse to allow it! I may or may not be almost exactly the same age and I certainly don't plan to get old and creaky any time soon.
In all seriousness though, things shift a little over time and it's an easy fix when you're between flooring (as is the case right now) to shim things up so they are snug and solid for many years to come!
If you are a neighbor, we would like to extend our sincere gratitude for the warm welcome and all the introductions. You have a very special cul-de-sac full of some of the kindest folks we've met...we've joked that perhaps when we're done with the renovations we should just move in!