Working on our house project has made me more focused than ever before on housey things. I've always had a bit of a thing for architecture books and interior design magazines, but now that I'm working on our own project and constantly selecting, sourcing and installing various products, I'll admit to becoming just a little obsessed. I knew I had it bad the other day when I had a few renovations done in my mouth and I had to work very hard to resist asking my dentist where he'd got his dishy bench tops from.
The rest of the family are not immune to this. As we get about on our daily business we find ourselves having conversations about window styles and pebble colours, roof lines and design crimes. (The pictures throughout this post are of various weird and wonderful houses around these parts. None of them are my beautiful house, though the very last photo is of something I own.) I don't expect we'll be like this forever as our plan is to move in and get on with our lives, and then look back and laugh at our numerous painful outings to hardware stores where at least one of our party ended up with that "someone just kill me now" look in their eyes.
Throughout this project Interwebland has been my best friend. I have been constantly amazed by the number of people, both professional and amateur, who continually renovate, redecorate and restyle homes, then post evidence of their projects online. Type any old paint colour, style of light fitting or floor covering into Mr Google and you'll find someone who has not only used it but beautifully photographed and documented the results for grateful folk like me to benefit from.
I'd like to be that generous but our project is very modest and simple and besides, we move house this coming Saturday so I'm a tad too busy. Here below is where we'll most likely be moving to.
No, that is not my beautiful house. That is my beautiful, hangar-sized shed. Unless a miracle happens between now and Saturday we'll be shifting most of our worldly goods in to there, but given how many shed-dwelling redback spiders I've rehomed I draw the line at sleeping in there.
The hold-up is that the rolls of flooring are still sitting in the house like great galumphing elephants in the room. The floor-layer has had an accident and busted his hand. I haven't been hassling him because a) he is nice, and b) he knows full well how we are placed, and c) I reckon that a floor layer with a busted hand has quite enough hassles already. But I will admit to thinking more than once "How did I get here? What have I done?"