I’m not one to let the grass grown under my feet. I like to get things DONE. So I took a builder and flood-sanding bloke along to the final inspection for my new house last week because I’m itching to do a mini-reno BEFORE Xmas.
Yep, that’s me, glass-half-full kinda gal.
The builder seemed jiggy with my haste. But he had to get engaged on Saturday, so he was a bit distracted. He’s coming back today to climb into the roof and check out the load-bearing walls.
I’m posting a few “before” pics of the place for you to check out. Forgive how dark they are. I forgot to take pics in my haste to meet my lovely friend and new neighbour Suse for champers last night. I finally wobbled back at sunset to snap, snap.
I’ve decided to get a couple of bits of wall removed between the dining room and lounge room, and close off one of the doors to the kitchen.
I thought I was OK with the kitchen itself, but it’s a bit oppressive and blah with all those ugly open shelves. I love to cook so I’m thinking about ripping it out and getting some IDEA Udden freestanding units installed until I win the lottery and can get the good stuff in. Mind you, the builder’s quote may chuck that idea out the window.
I’m idly considering trying to knock through a doorway to make the laundry internal (it’s currently behind that wall).
I want all the hollow core ’80s doors with their blerky handles replaced.
The front door HAS to go …
And those sponge effects in the bathroom … there are no words …
Once that’s all done, the floors will get a darker, satin finish and we’ll be ready to move into our new hacienda.
My friend Megz, who hails from Newcastle, looked quite ashen when she saw how little house I got for my money.
I just can’t think about it. It’s the bare minimum for a three-bedroom house round my parts, so I just have to suck it up.
And the vegie patch and all the grass I’ve scored, that’s pretty fab.
Stay tuned for the “after” pics …
Song of the day: David Bowie “Changes”