Phase 1: Lounge and dining room (part 1)

DIY is hard.  All those Pinterest hacks and blogs make it look so easy. The Husbeast and myself spent about 30 minutes discussing paint colours before we hit the hardware store.  Our first mistake was taking the kids with us. As much as I love my kids, choosing paint is so hard when I have to “mom”.

Our second mistake was not knowing exactly how much paint we needed. Never trust a sales associate’s advice when it comes to paint quantities.  We have 60 litres of paint, 40 of the lounge dining room colour and 20 of the passage colour.  We can paint our whole house, inside and out and still have paint left over!!

The Husbeast and myself see colour differently, the slightly grey shade I envisioned became a  pinky cream.  The Husbeast could not understand why I was so upset, the colour matched the sample card exactly! (spoiler alert: it did not). So now we have buckets full of paint in a colour that I’m not 100% happy with.  Other paint related disasters include dropping paint on the floor, tripping over a paint tray and spilling paint everywhere, and my personal favourite, sitting down in a paint tray.

Painting is freaken hard, I have no idea who those home decorating shows make it look so easy.  There were days when I wanted to walk out and never return.  Apart from the mess, my arms felt like I had gymming like crazy!   After lots of swearing (me), and crying (also me), we’ve finally finished the painting portion of phase 1.  And now I need a holiday!

Fixing up the fixer-upper (finally!)

We have been living in our house for almost 5 years now.  We knew that the house needed a lot of work when we bought it, the house was damp and dark, the bathrooms were a mess, floors needed to be redone, and the kitchen was dated.  We had all these amazing plans and tons of inspirational pins on Pinterest.  This was going to be our dream house, it just needed some TLC.

It’s been 5 years.  We havent done a single thing.  So the Husbeast and myself have dedicated the next 3 years to the house.  We are going to DIY the shit out of this place.  Of course we just dived right in with only a vague idea of what we are doing, but at least we started.

We’ve decided to divide the house up into more manageable projects and only concentrating on those specific areas at a time.  I refuse to live in chaos just because we have taken on too many projects at once.

Phase 1:  Lounge, dining room

Phase 2: Bedrooms

Phase 3: Bathrooms

Phase 4: Kitchen

 

Even as I’m typing this I can feel the frustration and irritation that these projects will bring.  The Husbeast and myself both have very different tastes in interior design and we also tend to get shouty when things don’t go our way.  I don’t need a crystal ball to know that this is going to be a true test of our relationship.

Wish me luck, I’m going to need it!

 

 

When the house fights back

Today the Fixer Upper threw another curve ball at us.  I have wondered why on earth there is always a huge puddle of water outside the back door.  I realised that the drain right outside the kitchen door was blocked, which means that every time I wash the dishes or do a load of laundry I basically flood the place. I am sure that the Fixer Upper hates us and just lulls us into a false sense of security before striking back

The Husbeast immediately rode to the rescue, pouring large amount of drain cleaner down the drain (pun intended).  It didn’t work.  He then attempted a daring unblocking mission using a hose pipe, head lamp, long stick and a spade.  It still didn’t work.  After swearing at it, the water level started dropping (at this point I was falling over with laughter).  I haven’t had the guts to attempt another load of dirty clothes. I will wait until the Husbeast does it himself, that way if it doesn’t work, it wasn’t my fault:)

 

Fixing up our fixer upper

For a “normal” couple, buying a house involves a lot of discussion, online searches, going to open houses, chatting to estate agents etc.  If you are a Jackson, it takes 3 days, 1 show house and 1 online search (it was where we saw the listing for our house).  We spent 15 minutes in our future house before we decided to put an offer on the house.  The offer was accepted the next morning and the rest is history.

 

Starting to move in

Starting to move in

Moving into a new house is easy, turning your house into a home is the hard part.  When we lived in our flat, every available surface had a picture, statue, painting or knicky-knacky things on.  The walls were painted in warm tones, all the accents were bright reds, dark blues and splashes of pink.   The new place was painted in dark depressing colours, the trees were overgrown which severely limited the natural light coming in and the house seemed dank and cold.  And the master bedroom was a study in fuchsia and brown.   The past 6 months we have spent doing all the major repairs like sorting out the wiring (the taps used to shock you every time you touched them), replacing light bulbs, unblocking drains and fighting with the garden (we have destroyed 3 weed eaters and 3 lawn mowers so far).

 

The garden won!

The garden won!

 

Now we are finally starting to turn our house into a home.  The first week we moved in we painted all the walls and cupboard doors in light, bright colours.  Now we have to start decorating and adding personal touches.  It has been a slow process, mainly because the Husbeast and myself have very different tastes in interior decorating.  We have pretty much completed the girl’s bedrooms, it is just a few minor things that need to be completed.

The fuchsia feature wall remains:)

The fuchsia feature wall remains:)

The idea is that we do a little decorating every weekend.  The reality is that I have a lot of ideas and haven’t actually managed to do anything yet.  Hopefully we manage to finish up before Christmas!

 

Sunday blues

This has not been a good day today. The Princess woke up with a stomach ache that soon progressed to projectile vomiting. The pipe under the kitchen sink burst, flooding my pots, pans and catch-all cupboard with dirty water. And to top it all off The Tomboy is throwing World record tantrums today, cause she can. Bring on Monday, it can’t be worse than today!

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