My friend and colleague from my old job, Pete, recently completed a tiling course and has started taking on tiling jobs alongside his teaching work.  He agreed to tile my kitchen, and I am so pleased with how the tiles are starting to look.  I think the blue and white looks gorgeous.  I love the unevenness of the tiles, which (as I keep saying) are not quite the £350 a sq mt tiles I fell in love with, but I love my cheapo tiles just as much.  Really.  They are the most gorgeous shade of blue, with random shading and an uneven surface and edges, giving them that handmade look at a bargain basement price. 

Of course, it takes the skill of a good tiler to make them look fantastic.  They didn’t elicit this much excitement while they were sitting in their tatty cardbord box.

Here’s Pete doing his stuff with said tiles:

tiler in action

almost tiled

more tiles

Pete is back tomorrow to finish off and do the grouting.  After that, the kitchen is just waiting for an oven and hood, some drawer fronts and some plinths.  Oh, and we’ll be moving our furniture out of storage on Thursday, so the kitchen will get its fridge freezer and dishwasher.

Yay!   It’s starting to feel like home!!

Things are moving on apace at the new house.  This is where we’re up to at the moment:

Laminate flooring was completed throughout the ground floor today.  Here it is with all the fitting debris waiting to be cleared up:

laminate floor

laminate floor

There are roofing joists up on at least part of my new studio.  Nice view of the sky through them.  Let’s hope the weather holds up at least until the roof is on.  We’ve been very lucky so far…

roofing joists

My tiler is starting tomorrow in the kitchen.  Carpets will be fitted on Monday in the bedrooms.  The bedrooms are painted and now just need tidying and cleaning ready for the carpet fitter:

bedrooms are painted

But we are planning to move in next weekend… and just look at the state of my bathroom!!!

There is a big hole in the corner of the floor:

a hole in the bathroom floor

The rest of the floorboards aren’t looking too healthy either:

and the rest of the floor is a bit dodgy

But we do have a sink.  Taps too.  Nothing yet to take the water away.

we do have a nice sink in there

The water pipes are in place for the shower:

pipes ready for the shower

And we have a bath.  The trouble is, it’s not in the bathroom yet.  Here it is sitting in one of the bedrooms, still in its cardboard box:

the bath in a bedroom

Where oh where is a plumber when you need one?  I’m hoping he’ll be back on Monday…

And speaking of missing plumbers, where have all the builders gone?

where have the builders gone?

George, the builder working on the house, is on holiday.  The two builders working on the studio were nowhere to be seen today.  They turned up eventually with a steel joist they’d had to travel miles for.  The roofer is waiting to start - he’s been working over the road, and keeps popping over checking on progress.

Still, as we keep saying…”it’ll be lovely when it’s done”.

What’s been happening this week?  Here’s a quick update:

Kitchen Sink Drama comes to an End:

The sink is now ready to use, with hot and cold running water through the taps, and a waste system that takes the dirty water away.  Oh, how we take so much for granted in our homes!  Here it is in action:

washing up for the builders

New blue tiles for the kitchen

I really loved some hand-made tiles I saw in a local tile warehouse.  Ha! No wonder they had no price displayed… £3.50 each, and there were about 100 in a square metre.  You don’t need a degree in maths to work out they weren’t even close to the affordable side of expensive.  The ones I decided to buy reminded me vaguely of the handmade ones (although no doubt they wouldn’t stand up to a side-by-side comparison) but it worked out cheaper to buy a square metre of them than a single tile of the handmade variety.  And, our budget being what it is, there was really no comparison in the end. 

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I shall shed a silent tear for the handmade tiles which will remain in the tile shop

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We Chopped down some Trees:

condemned conifer

Condemned Conifer

Here’s a view from an upstairs window:

slightly overgrown

And look what happened:

tree no more

The other stump is behind the stack of paving slabs in the photo.   Cutting the trees down, which dominated the garden and were semi-central, has opened up the garden and made it seem bigger.  It also means that winter light will reach the studio.  I feel guilty though: both trees were well-used by birds and squirrrels.  I hope they don’t feel too displaced - there are lots of other trees in the garden (and surrounding area).  We didn’t spot any nests, which makes me feel slightly better.

We painted endless ceilings (and walls):

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My roller arm is now all rolled out.  I now have numbness and tingling in two fingers on my right hand.  We have still not finished painting - the bathroom ceiling hasn’t even been started yet!

Kitchen Ceiling

painted ceiling

We got Central Heating Fitted:

A warm house

What can I say?  A warm house, with a boiler and radiators, as well as hot water on tap.  And a sink that is plumbed into the waste!  Oh, and painted walls!  The joy is endless!!!  It’s been an exciting week!

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I almost forgot to say: we plan to move in by March 10th at the latest

I’m so excited!

The reason for my excitement is that my new workshop/studio is being built.  When it’s done, I’ll have a fabulous space to work which is just a few steps from my back door.  1st Unique Gifts will have a proper home.

This is the progress so far:

this is the starting point

No walls yet!!

Still no walls!

The concrete footings have gone in (and it snowed):

footings in place for walls

It will be kind of an L-shaped building (plus a sticky-out bit)  wrapping itself around an existing garage.  You can get an idea of that from this picture, now that the concrete floor is in place:

A floor in place

 I’m not sure as to what I will do with the floor.  I need a cost-effective (i.e. cheap) option.  I thought about just painting the concrete floors, but don’t know how my aching joints would hold up.  I suppose I could try it, maybe with a few rugs where I stand or sit the most.  I don’t want flooring that I’ll be worried about splattering with paint: I am a messy painter!

And now there are walls:

the studio has some walls!!

And even windows:

And now the studio has a window

And a door:

The door is in place

I managed to save the tree at the corner of the building, although it did have to lose a few branches.  I’m sure it will provide some much-needed shade in the summer (although given our unpredictable climate, I won’t predict in which summer the shade will be necessary - maybe not the upcoming one??  We can only live in hope).

I am sure the local wildlife will be grateful for every tree I save.  The garden was sorely neglected and very overgrown (and obviously attractive to birds, squirrels, cats, frogs, etc), although the two greenhouses, well-filled compost heap and myriad trees and shrubs attest to it being a well-tended garden at some point in the past.  The years of neglect mean though, that some trees are overgrown, in the way and even dangerous.  So, the chopping down has started - which must be a bit of a blow for the birds and squirrels.  It will be a slow process, though, which may mean it’s less of a shock for them, as I want to reuse as much of the wood as possible: chippings for pathways, logs for the woodburning stove I haven’t yet got, rustic stools and benches perhaps?

More later!

Not so much kitchen sink drama any more (no more trips across the country or broken bones in plumbers’ feet, for instance) but on it goes.  Yes, for those punctuation geeks out there, I know there was only one plumber with a broken foot, but I’ve referred to him as plural because everything else in the sentence is plural.  I know punctuation geeks are reading because I am one myself and I know some of my ex-colleagues are too.  If you don’t have a clue what I’m talking about, good on you.  Live your life happily unencumbered by apostrophe conversations!  Some of us just have not got that option.

You would think buying and connecting a sink would be a fairly simple affair.  But here we are, not quite sinkless (which is a step forward from last week) but certainly drainless - unless you count the plastic bucket under said sink.

Thank you God for buckets

As you can see, the plumber blessed us with a visit, connected our water supply (a good thing for the toilet situation, too, as builders have got to go somewhere!) and made everyone happy.  He needed another part for the waste though, so will be back…

I have captioned the photo Thank you God for buckets, but the thanks really should go to the person who invented buckets.  And the shops that sell them.  See you soon…

The Ikea double bowl Domsjo sink (all the way from snowy, gridlocked Birmingham) is safely sitting in its place in the kitchen, as you can see here.

What a gorgeous sink!

It’s a shame the plumber is too busy with emergencies to come and work on plumbing it in.  Let’s hope for some warmer weather so everyone stops getting burst pipes and I can have my plumber back.  My Domsjo would like some nice taps and a waste connection, please.

Well, it’s all go here. What, with four rooms prepped and painted in five days, a kitchen bought and installed, a garage demolished and removed, footings dug for a new workshop/studio, trees cut down… need I go on?

Probably not, but I will.  The title here is Kitchen Sink Drama, because, well … we have had what you could call a bit of a kitchen sink drama.  A drama which involves Birmingham, South Wales, broken bones, snowstorms, rats in a bedroom- and of course, a kitchen sink. You couldn’t make it up.

I decided to buy my kitchen from Ikea, simply because I loved their Domsjo double bowl sink.

Cabinets in place for the Domsjo

  I measured, planned, ummed and aahed, measured and planned some more, trotted round Ikea a few times, then ordered it.  Several items were out of stock, several items not as requested, several items missing and several items deliberately put on wrongly by staff simply because my sink being out of stock (as well as other bits and bobs) meant my order would be under £2000.00 and therefore wouldn’t qualify for the discount.  I couldn’t, of course, do anything so simple as pay for and order the sink (and other out-of-stock bits).

The kitchen couldn’t be put into position without the sink, the flooring (throughout the whole ground floor) couldn’t be fitted without the kitchen, and the furniture couldn’t be taken out of storage till the flooring was installed… it felt a bit like the old woman who swallowed a fly.  It could go on forever.

Domsjo sinks aren’t available to buy over the internet.  So I checked the stock levels of the Domsjo sink in all the Ikeas in the country.  They had some in both their London stores, and a few in Bristol.  They had one in Birmingham.  That was the sink situation in the whole country. It wasn’t worth driving to Birmingham with only one sink in stock; it would only take one other person to get there before me.  I flirted with the idea of staying overnight with my student daughter in London for the purpose of sink-purchasing, but the idea didn’t inspire me.  She is very untidy and keeps pet rats in her bedroom.  Very nice rats, very friendly rats, but probably quite smelly.  Not sure I could cope.

Ebay had a Domsjo double bowl sink - still in its box, in an outhouse in a South Wales village. Mr 1st Unique and I reckoned we could get there and back in a day.  The measurements the sink-owner gave me worried me a bit as they were not the same as mine.  And the stock number was different.  Dare we risk it?  We reckoned we had no option… so we planned our journey, messaged back and forth on ebay, and just before we went I checked Ikea’s website.  Birmingham had nine of the damn things in stock!!!  What’s more, we had to drive straight past it to get to South Wales.

We drove as far as Birmingham, straight into a blanket of snow and slow traffic.  We decided to stop off and check the Birmingham sink situation for ourselves.  After all, the website could well be wrong.  Or there could be a rush on Domsjo sinks. 

We got it.  And a nice meal.  And a lovely walk round (if you’ve ever been to Ikea, you’ll know exactly what I mean).  I phoned the Welsh sink-owner on Ikea carpark with the Brummie sink in our boot.  He was very nice about it.

We got the sink home, and then the real problems started.  It wasn’t meant to go in a corner situation, like I’d planned.  It was a conundrum that took George a couple of days to sort out.  Then the plumber fell off a ladder at another job and broke two bones in his foot.  I don’t mean to be unsympathetic (the poor guy must be in pain), but just as I get a sink I lose a plumber.

I found another though, after about twenty phone calls and a visit from one plumber who seemed confused by the job, and couldn’t give me any idea of cost.  He was followed by the only plumber who’d had the decency to reply to my message.  What a great guy.  SuperPlumber! Nothing was too much trouble, he was quick, came back when needed, and sorted the pipework out.

The sink story isn’t over yet.  The sink is in place, but not yet plumbed.  SuperPlumber can’t get back till Monday, but I’m sure he’ll get my Domsjo plumbed in…

Watch this space!

Guess what we’ve been doing again today? 

Here’s a clue:

Today’s definition of disgusting: pulling off a nicotine-stained piece of hessian-style wallpaper having used a steamer, only to be slapped in the face with boiling hot liquid nicotine.  Nice.  I’m guessing it is nicotine that has been building up since about 1975, as that was probably the year that hessian-style wallpaper was in vogue.

Today’s definition of happy:  Finally finishing a twenty-foot wall, having stripped it of every last scrap of its decades-old and nicotine-stained hessian-style wallpaper.  What joy.

Today’s plans for tomorrow:  There is the same hessian-style wallpaper in the kitchen too.  It’s equally stained, but probably includes chip fat in with the nicotine.  I can hardly wait.

Hope you are enjoying a nice seasonal break today, and your definition of disgusting today is nothing worse than the clothes on the cheapest end of a sales rack.

Happy Christmas

Hope you had a great Christmas.  I think I managed to remember everything vital in my last-minute shopping: everyone had enough to eat and drink, and everyone got at least one present!  Unfortunately something did have to give, and that was Christmas cards.  They definitely gave, and I didn’t (give any cards).  I hope people will forgive me.  Being made redundant and moving house at Christmas is not to be recommended, really.  Not to forget having an operation a couple of weeks ago.

The birthday girl managed to make it home from London for a couple of days (she arrived on Chritsmas Eve and returned Boxing Day).  Her birthday is Christmas Day. She usually travels by Megabus, being an impoverished law student by day and 24-hour-Sainsbury’s checkout girl by night (fortunately she doesn’t sleep much).   However, Boxing Day saw us shivering on a Manchester street awaiting a Megabus that didn’t arrive.  The National Express bus station opposite looked too warm and inviting to ignore for long, and less than an hour later, we were in there, booking a replacement bus ticket and drinking hot coffee.  Bliss.  A bus arrived on time, and she was able to board it with warm hands and feet, as well as a happily-caffeinated bloodstream.  She comes back for a week on the 5th January, when Sainsbury’s have decided thay can cope without her for a week, and had already pre-booked her Megabus return tickets.  Let’s hope the buses arrive.  On time would be a real bonus.

I have been spending the weekend stripping.  It was hard work, but it has to be done!  I have even persuaded my teenage daughter to strip for money. 

Wait and read on a little before you get indignant, thinking I have desperately taken up a very inappropriate new career and influenced my daughter in a most unmaternal and dreadfully negative way.

Maybe if we

Wallpaper everywhere but on the walls

 Last time the builder was at the house, I couldn’t help but get excited at the new gutters and fascias he’d put up.  I know, it is very sad, isn’t it?  Perhaps I need to get out more.  On the slight off-chance that you’ll understand even a tiny bit about how much difference a good gutter can make to a neglected house, here’s  a piccie:

What gorgeous gutters. Oh, it

Well, it’s more stripping for all of us here for at least the next week.  I will be glad to see the last of the wallpaper.  I will be painting all walls, and don’t intend to have a scrap of wallpaper in the house.  I always thought that putting paper on walls was a strange idea anyway.  Plain walls, and space for lovely pictures - that’s got to be the way to go!!

What are you thankful for in your life?  Isn’t it funny how that focus changes sometimes?  I was struck while I was recovering from my op how thankful I was for: my comfy dressing gown, my co-codamol which made me feel comfy, my comfy slippers, my comfy sofa with its comfy cushions and my (you guessed it - comfy) bed I could get into whenever I felt like a bit of extra comfiness.

I’m feeling a bit better now but frustrated because there’s loads I want to do but can’t.  When I lift even something that’s not particularly heavy, I get more pain.  I know it’s my body’s way of saying “Stop it, you stupid woman!!” and honestly, I do listen, but I must admit I am tempted not to.  I should be thankful I am recovering and less reliant on the comfy stuff and painkillers, but funnily enough, I’m not. I am just fustrated.

The reason for my frustration is that we have now exchanged contracts on the sale of our house.  Now, I am thankful that has happened, but I am chomping at the bit as there is so much to do.  I cannot begin to imagine how many boxes need to be packed.

There are empty boxes awaiting packing everywhere…

boxes

more boxes