Monday, 8 August 2011
Right, well the countdown is really on this time. Removalist brings our gear back from storage on the central coast on Friday week, 19 August (last removalist cancelled on us, but this time we mean it), and I've made serious indications that we will move out of number 16 and into number 8 that weekend...all we need now are finished floors, a kitchen and laundry, and some way to get to the front door that doesn't involve wading through mud...
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| Some of the fruits of my labour |
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| My oiling station – Jem says 'you stink' |
Have spent the last week, day and night, oiling the plywood cupboard doors for the kitchen, bathroom and laundry. Each door needs three coats, front and back, with a day between each coat. There's a lot of doors when you line them all up, despite the teensy house, so it's kept me pretty busy and introduced me to a whole new world of physical exhaustion. Maybe I'll get me some of those Madonna arms too, Em! Might need to do a few more houses worth though, in my case... Love how the ply doors are looking and can't wait to see them in place. We've gone with a little cut-out handle in the kitchen and laundry that looks a bit seventies space-age, so are hoping that rodents never decide to move in via it (Richie assures me they won't, so I'll be holding him to that). Despite burning the candle at both ends, it's been great to finally be allowed inside the house and get hands-on with things. Have also started up with power tools (sanding the window reveals again – realised they weren't quite up to standard after seeing Richie's orbital-sanded doors) while teetering on high ladders, so feeling like a properly dysfunctional home renovator.
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| Kitchen progress |
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| Soft-close drawers in (love 'em) |
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| Built-ins in progress |
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| Stainless steel bench arrives (top secret, so still under wraps) |
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| Poulsen pendant over kitchen bench |
And as of last Friday, we finally have power and lights! Paul left them all blazing for us to see on Friday evening, and very exciting it was too (more carbon points lost). Have yet to take some piccies of that – next post. Bloody convenient though, I must say. All our light fittings are now in (including the very gorgeous Louis Poulson Danish ebay bargains, though their highly specific fluro globes are still to arrive to see how they light things) bar the homemade numbers still to be constructed and it's all feeling more and more like home. Weird to have such a long transition into it, but kinda nice in terms of getting to know each other!
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| Mama mops |
Spent the weekend vacuuming, scrubbing and mopping the floors now that everyone has cleared out of it for a bit so Warwick can get it sealed this week. He did a first coat in the bedrooms today; looks pretty good so far (nice to have a smooth and finished surface as opposed to dusty, dirty feeling one) but I'm glad I'd come to terms with it being a 'warts and all' beast, as there are even more marks, stains, cracks and imperfections now than ever previously imagined! But for some reason, it doesn't really bother me – all seems part of its story, somehow.
Water tank was connected up today too (which will be used to flush the loo and wash clothes as well as for garden), though a bit of a hitch encountered: seems that a concreter (well, that's who everyone is blaming, anyway) must have put one of their pickets through one of the pipes many moons ago, and now that pipe is connected up and under a whack of concrete path... Waz may have to spend a lot of money getting a camera up there to find the hole, then dig up the path and repair the pipe and path damage (small consolation that the path was one of those that was severely snow affected and needing some TLC to get it looking half-decent). Who'd be a builder?
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| Vanity coming together |
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| Mouldy towels begone! |
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| Bath revealed, with taps |
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| My that's a big shower head! |
Haven't really thought about packing yet, except to make a token effort today to find some toys, books and clothes to purge from the kids' room; we have obviously moved way too many times in the last year as could barely come up with a box's worth. For some reason, moving feels like the easy bit: I've got this insane idea that I'll just throw everything into the car on the day and drive it the few doors up the road...
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| Meanwhile, kids still do tunnel ball comps in Education | Week – comforting, isn't it? |
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