Welcome home, part 2

So, how the house is looking now…


Lounge room now. Nope, we don’t have a couch. Nope, those chairs aren’t comfortable. But they were free – the brown one was a gift for my 17th birthday, and the green one we found on the side of the road. The mishmash of rugs are to try and stop cold rising up from the floor. (See also: piles of blankets and pillows.)




Dining room.



The fabric curtain is tacked on the bathroom door because the sliding door is really loud, and there wasn’t really enough room for a hinged door.


Yeah, you know, I’m human and sometimes I don’t feel like cleaning the slow cooker pot right now, ok?


Main bedroom. The walls are purple… It doesn’t get great light because the window is south-facing and the neighbours’ house is pretty close next door. (Please ignore the lack of handles on the cupboards and drawers – I still don’t have screws of the appropriate length.)



Devin’s room. I love the louvre windows, but they are not very practical in winter – it gets quite cold in there. (Yes, yes, pile of washing, Dev was staying at Grandma’s house and anyway I was getting around to it…)



The bathroom didn’t change, except for the shelves Dad built for some storage, because he had planned on knocking out the wall between the bathroom and laundry at a later stage.


And this is the laundry, also unchanged. Also where the shower is. Also I’ve been putting off cleaning Devin’s little sofa.

IMG_5478And the backyard. There’s a little pen down the back left where chickens were at one stage, and we hope to one day make it bigger and get some chickens of our own. I’d like a vegetable garden and composting on the back right, but all the work I’ve done up until now has been clearing rubbish, basically. I guess people used to bury their rubbish? Broken glass and rusty scrap metal and such. Delightful. The house is 80 years old, though.

I didn’t have a picture of the second bedroom, which is Jene’s study, but it’s the same dark grey as Devin’s room in case we decide to switch them later.
EDIT: I have some photos now. The window faces east and looks out to the front verandah, hence the funny light.


And there it is.
At Dad’s funeral, the director asked us if we’d like to take a flower as a memento. I thought for a moment, and declined. I’m living in a memento. Mum’s living in a memento – Dad built that house and all the gardens himself. Now I have to do my best to continue what he helped us start.


Welcome home, part 1

I really have never felt so behind in a year. It’s already almost half over and I’m still stuck back in January. But, it’s time for catching up, so I will start where I left my brain – in the sweltering hot summer when we started sprucing up our new house, beginning with the before and during.

IMG_3280Main bedroom

IMG_3286Lounge looking into dining

IMG_3278Third bedroom/Devin’s room

IMG_3323Second bedroom/study



IMG_3283Dining looking into lounge


IMG_3422The tool centre

IMG_3332Scummy kitchen roof

IMG_3337Paint flaking off all over the place


IMG_3338Terrible spackle repairs to be undone

IMG_3352Scraping paint off the lounge room ceiling – it was over 40 degrees Celsius and the ceilings are high.



IMG_3372The aftermath of sanding the ceiling…

IMG_3391… And the after-aftermath. It took a few shampoos before my hair stopped sticking out on its own.

IMG_3360A casualty.

IMG_3384We had lots of help, including from my sisters.

IMG_3411The best centrepiece for a living room.

IMG_3415Erinn and Dad (Mum not pictured) painting Dev’s room while I stood back and took pictures…


…Because I was doing my best to clean the place. The state the previous owners left it in was ridiculous, and had it been a rental, it would not be acceptable. It seemed to burn more because of the fact that they’d had more than ten weeks to clean and move.

IMG_3490Luckily, I had trusty old Gumption on my side.

IMG_3440Just some of the delightful magazines that were left in the 240 litre  recycling bin. It was so full of them, in fact, that we could barely move it and had to half empty it before we could put it out for collection.

IMG_3487A new verandah roof was put on the back courtesy of Erinn’s boyfriend, Sam.

IMG_3509And, finally, we moved in. And I was so exhausted that the house looked pretty much like this for a few weeks.

How does it look now? Oh, the suspense!

A haircut



Yeah. You wish you had hairdressing skills as good as mine.

P.S. I did not take a big chunk out of the left side, despite all the evidence that might lead you to believe otherwise. He has a funny part that I’m forever trying to correct.