keeping it beach cottage real
Wed 16th, Sep, 2015
Hello beach cottage people, errrrr sorry to disappoint, no white things, no sweet pooches, no slipper tubs here (though will be getting in it as soon as is humanely possible I can tell you that).
It’s been a funny week, I’ve been offered two jobs, tried to study the Elements and Principles of Floral Design, been attacked by 3 very very very vicious dogs whose owner could not control them and within that was very very very scared (and even more emotional, in fact was emotional wreck), invited to attend a meeting regarding another job, met friends at a local bar and emerged 5 hours and $$$$$$ later much worse for the wear, took a delivery of some exceedingly lovely products, made two curries, attended meetings with both Lovely Clients and Goddawful Clients, found a new BBC2 series to lose oneself in, drowned in wisteria and amidst all of this had all of this going on in the house with a LOT of dust….zee ripping out of zee old bathroom.
This looks pretty grim, but actually superbly cathartic….with all the problems we’ve had here – electrocution, major gas leaks, man the cockroaches and all of the numerous other things (including but not limited to the scumbag leaving the loft full of junk for us to dispose of) that we’ve been through in the last few months, ripping this horrendous excuse for a bathroom out has been hugely satisfying.
I am assuming by the noises and general huffing and puffing that went on in the deconstruction of this area and by the many many many trips I saw the tradies taking downstairs with huge great containers full of debris, that this was quite a hard job….I would like to say that I got down and got my hands dirty and did some of it, I can tell you that I did not….though yep I did go in there in my slippers…
It was in a bad way in here…even the tradies commented on it (though not the plumber who doesn’t speak much, he kept true to form)….apparently the old unusable bath had been balancing all that time, it wasn’t even fixed to the wall or the floor (or wherever you fix baths)…it had been place on a pile of builder’s debris covered in sand….other similar strangequandaries were discovered…
You know what I’m going to say next though don’t you?
I love the brick.
I biddy love the brick.
I want to keep the brick.
I believe the brick is fantabulous.
I mentioned to the Significant Other in this scenario that the brick would be staying….you know….I love that it’s all rustic and lick-able and vintage brick like….Significant Other informed me I am wrong, that this brick is not nice brick and that this brick will not be staying…and also it is believed that this brick is not doable…
I nodded as if in agreement, smiled to zeeself behind the mouldy old bath.
And whispered to the Vintage Brick Gods of Australia.
‘Don’t worry friends, zee brick will stay’