Posted by Sarah in Uncategorized on October 20, 2009
You may have heard me mention here and here that we are in the process of transforming this house from plastic wood panelling caravan chic into a style icon worthy of a glamour puss such as me. Well I am pleased to announce (mainly because I have had little other to announce lately) that we are up to the stage my Dad refers to as giving it a bit of a light sand. This actually means devoting the next twenty years of your life to dragging a piece of sand paper back and forth over your wall leaving a wonderful burning sensation in your fore arms and the overall appearance of someone sifting an entire packet of icing sugar over your head. This is also the stage that makes my Mum go, "Aaarrgh sanding." visibly shiver all over and run off to hide in a dark room and contemplate an existence free from renovating.
The worst part is that due to the fact that we have 4 children one of them being a floor crawler that thinks sleeping is for wusses we can only do it in small vacumable stages. Which means that just after your lungs have recovered and you no longer feel like you are trying to breath through a box of packing foam you have to pick up that sand paper and start all over again. I’m starting to really appreciate why people go for that impasto Tuscan look or better yet I’ve heard there’s this really cool wood panelling stuff that you can wack straight on your walls.
This photo is to commemorate the removal of a hole in the wall by my darling Dad who pops over and fixes things when I freak out and don’t know what to do, mentioned in this post. It is also a bit of a homage to my sister who whenever she spied a camera would pose pointing at an object of interest, much to my parents annoyance as they were trying to take candid holiday snaps.
And these photos are just plain hilarious. These are the Snow People previously known as Mum and Dad after pulling an all-nighter sanding their new extension. I hope I’m still renovating when I’m their age…well…no I don’t, I hope I’m done by then, but you get the point.
They actually renovate quite well together, I don’t know to many marriages that could survive 40 odd years of construction. Love you guys