So. I feel like I have an extra job now. Or two. One doing the project manager/bureaucrat stuff and the other doing some less skilled labouring. And it did cross my mind when I went to my paid employment on Monday morning that it would be really, really nice to be working on the new house instead. Even in the was cold and wet. Not just because there's so much to do, it's scary, but because it's fun. Even hacking out weeds and digging in the rain. After a while I got sick of sheltering under the eaves or going inside each time it rained so I put my raincoat on. And remembered back to when I first had the gardening bug. Back then, it took serious weather to stop me. As I cut and pulled kikiyu, dug weed trees and bucketed yet more rubbish, I thought alot about an old friend I haven't seen for quite a while. I'd really like to show him this garden, walk over the space, talk through my plans. A new garden is so full of possibility and I swing between wanting plant everything all at once and nothing much yet. But despite other urgent things on the list, Mum and I transplanted two, two year old, fruit trees. A job that needed to be done sooner rather than later, before they blossom. Each got a good dose of compost and a very hard pruning. And now they will have been well watered by the rain. This shot was taken after the hard work had been done, and the weather cleared.
Next weekend, I'm going to start preparing the front garden. When G pulled out the carpet in the back room there was old coconut fibre underlay which makes fantastic weedmat. So I'll score the front yard with a pick and throw on some dynamic lifter, then place the underlay over the top. This will get it out of the shed and as we move plants and cuttings from the old garden I can just cut holes in it and plant as I go. Then as I hack up banches of the weed tree we remove, that can go on top and I'll cover the lot with pea straw when I get the chance. Much less labour intensive than doing fully dug beds.
Gerard has also removed everything from the bathroom. Including the concrete (!) base that the crappy vanity was sitting on. My jobs in this area are to list the spa bath on ebay, compile information about tiles and other surfaces and to source a new bath and handbasin. Hopefully a nice 1940s or 50s set in a colour other than pink. We saw a gorgeous yellow pedestal basin, in good nick in a salvage yard but there wasn't a matching bath, so I said no. Salvage yards are a new adventure, yikes. Some we went to last week were just a bit scary. So I've been doing a whole heap of research and I've found some new ones to check out. As well as ebay and trading post. Must also investigate re-enamelling, just in case.
Some people we've talked to seem surprised that we're actually shrinking our bathroom back to it's original size to gain hallway space and potentially a linen press (although there is some discussion about this). And it's true, it will be quite small. Just enough room for a full length bath with a small ledge at the end, a shower over the bath (we both like that set up), a handbasin and towell rack along the wall. We'll rework the existing cabinetry so it has a mirrored door. When I was househunting, I saw a bathroom in the same type of house that was probably original. It had been really well maintained and was light and airy despite it's small size. Really charming. Actually, the whole house was dead cute and in fantastic condition, but it was on a semi main road so I kept my hands tightly clenched in my pockets during the auction. What we're planning in our bathroom is different in finish, but a similar approach to the space. I'd show you a picture from the net, but there's new people there now, so that would be a bit weird.
Oick. Must go to bed. Have had extremely tiring day with small child who refuses to wear underpants (instead of nappies) but is otherwise quite charming and delightful, especially considering the changes going in her life. I would not even be asking her about the underpants, except that the staff at the new childcare place keep asking me about this and I'll feel like a slack mother unless I can say that I tried.
Will try and not be total rennovation bore forever. But am going to write out weekly schedule sheets, a week by week plan and have started watching Grand Designs on the ABC and reading house blogs. So I fear the worst is yet to come.
Oh, and if anyone happens to know of a great source of old bathroom stuff in Melbourne, I'm all ears.