Posted by Sarah in The House on October 7, 2009
Everybody’s scraping, scraping, scraping, everybody’s scraping just like me. Why does my head sing playschool songs while renovating??? Must be the tedium, or the monotony or the tiny bits of paint dust that fly up my nose and lodge themselves in the gray matter. Must really check if this stuff is lead-based.
Anyway, I’m wondering if you might be able to notice what is missing in the wall photo above? Look again, it’s not that obvious, it’s only the gyprock! This has been the view that has greeted our guests as they step in the front door since about a month after we moved in and I freaked out and ripped all the fake wood panelling off the walls. Did I mention that the guy who owned this place had a caravan park fetish. After liberating myself from the claustrophobic depression that comes with living in a brown wooden box, I found myself living in a slap-stick reproduction of a house, something that National Lampoons would be proud to call home. It hasn’t been that bad really. I’ve quite enjoyed becoming intimate with the few remaining sparks of sanity I have left, before there was just too much of me to really get to know.
Besides my ever increasing case of wall envy, I’ve found a new justification for ramping up these renovations. See in the wall photo, those little white baby wind pipe sized bits of plaster lying on the floor, they get knocked off every time someone walks down the passage way and this is only one of the multitude of potentially deadly decorating styles this house has to offer.
So the race is on, the deed is done, we’ve thrown ourselves head first into this (and any other clichéd catch phrases you can think of) WE ARE NOW OFFICALY RENOVATING!!! (well repairing anyway, can’t get too excited we are from British stock)
This last and slightly freaky photo is to celebrate the removal of all the wallpaper I can reach. The top bit is for Glenn, giant that he is. I know, I know I could just used the step ladder and finish the lot but then he would feel left out and we can’t have that can we.
Sorry that this photo is not my usual glamorous self but this, I’m afraid, is the look you get when you combine wallpaper removal and sleep depravation. Did i mention she is teething. I’m not sure what the record for days with out sleep is but if i don’t get any tonight I’ll have beaten it. Oh yeah and just because they have broken through the gums doesn’t mean they stay down, some times they POP BACK UP!