Wednesday, 27 July 2011

Ninety-five per cent

It's done. Well, almost. Still a couple of doors to hang and the walls are a little bare in places but we're most definitely on the downward stretch.

Husband started digging the footings in July 2010, we got planning permission in September (oops) and the roof was on by the end of October. Apart from some weekend help from my stepfather - a man who is highly qualified in many fields but none of which include laying bricks - he built it all himself and I could not be more proud. Oh, and he did it all with a still-to-be-operated-upon hernia.

So, here is the end result with before and after photos, which really do not reflect the incredibly painful process which nearly saw the collapse of our mental health, marriage and bank account.

The 'before' photos were taken on the day we moved in, which excuses the mess but not the vile decor for which I can place the blame quite firmly on the previous owners.

Here's the kitchen. Check out the paper towel dispenser on the wall! The end area (from dispenser onward) was partitioned off and is now a utility room and downstairs loo. It's too cosy to photograph so you'll have to take my word for the fact that it looks pretty darned good.


See the mould against the wall where the dishwasher/washing machine used to be? We had slugs too. Nice. The old back door was bricked up.



This is what the old kitchen looks like now, which is a storage area for toys and our day to day stuff. The tall dark cupboards house all the clutter that we need to have close to hand but drives me mad when it's lying around, such as my two main handbags for work and non-work days, the stuff that is constantly being shifted between the two, baby change bags, boys' nursery bags, sunglasses, umbrellas and all the husband's detritus like piles of loose change, bills and brochures. The doorway on the left leads to loo/utility and to the right is the hall. Just this side of the doors was the wall which separated the kitchen from the back room.




The back room, which they used as a living room. Fireplace courtesy of Fred Flintstone. Carpets from the 70s.

 

And five minutes later when the removal men dumped our stuff in:


The building to the left outside was a badly built strange sort of office and outdoor toilet. Husband could not WAIT to knock it down. Where this once stood and the patio area in front/to the right is now the NEW KITCHEN. Woo hoo!


But first, more on the old back room. It's now the family sitting area, which means that the front room is now a child free haven. Bliss. The Flintstone fireplace was swiftly demolished, walls were stripped, the window was removed and the rest of the window-wall and wall to kitchen were taken out. The new fireplace is
Chinese tumbled slate, and will one day house a multi-fuel stove. The mirror was from ebay, as was the grey and white enamel ceiling lamp which was reclaimed from a French factory. We painted both sides of the old window reveals with blackboard paint and I use it as a menu planner and shopping list. Very occasionally I let the boys loose with some chalk.


I need to find something to go either side of the chimney breast so currently browsing etsy for some fabulous artwork.


Everyone who visits  just gets lost in the map, I could honestly stare at it for hours thinking "I never knew that was there". Not only does it look great and fill the space beautifully but it helps me finish crosswords with geographical questions and I hope it will be a great educational tool for the boys as they get older and inspire in them the urge to see the world.



The furniture was all a complete bargain. My uncle deals in second hand furniture/antiques and found us the leather sofa at auction for £130. We roughed it up a bit with sandpaper, polished it and now it looks perfectly beaten up. The leather recliner chair, matching footstool and side table were found sitting on the lawn outside my mum's neighbours house with a sign saying "For sale - £50". We got all three for £30. Get in. The anglepoise and trunk were some of the few things of the husband's that I didn't 'rehome' when we moved...


And now for the piece de resistance. The area housing the kitchen is all new extension. Again, we got some great bargains by making use of Ikea promotions - £200 back in vouchers on the kitchen itself and 3 for 2 on the appliances. The French doors were free, they were only two years old and about to be put in a skip by a friend who was also extending.


The flooring is Blonde Oak parquet effect vinyl flooring by Karndean. Because we bought such a huge quantity (40m2) we were able to get it at trade price via a local supplier at 35% off  the retail price. We were recommended an excellent floor layer by our (also excellent) plasterer who did it as a weekend job for cash at a third of what the supplier had quoted.

Here are the vintage cookery books framed up and finally on the wall. The white chairs are Urban Junior from Ikea and the perfect height for the boys. The black/brown chairs are also Ikea and new (£20 each) but we managed to pick up another four on ebay for use when we have guests for the bargain price of £8 for the set.






 The tambour unit to the left in the above photo houses kettle, toaster, mugs and tea/coffee. It's great to shut it all away at the end of the day and keeps my worktops clutter free.



The extension from outside and new patio - and the utility and hall doors still waiting to be hung! Hoping to paint the garage to the left (aka husband's gym) soon as it is painted in a drab and ugly shade of grey. 

 



And finally, here's a little something the husband knocked up in the three days the floor layer was in when he got "bored", using some left over decking and fence posts. There was previously a greenhouse in this corner of the garden but it was just an accident waiting to happen so we took it down and were going to turf the space. But I think this looks MUCH better and unsurprisingly, the boys agree!






Just the hall, stairs, landing and driveway to do now...

Thursday, 16 June 2011

A lot can happen in three months

Has it really been that long?

In just twelve weeks we have finished the demolition, plasterboarded, replaced windows, plastered, painted, installed the kitchen, thrown the old one in the skip with a whoop of delight, installed the downstairs loo, tiled the utility room, remodelled the fireplace, hung a few things on the walls and laid 40m2 of parquet effect Karndean flooring.

That is, of course, the royal "we". Husband has done the vast majority of the work with a little help from family, a great plasterer and a fantastic flooring man. I mainly looked on from a safe distance whilst trying to keep two small boys out of danger.

We have yet to do the woodwork (skirting, door frames and doors) and we're a bit lacking in furniture until that is done so photos of the finished product are not yet available, but for now here are some of the nicer finishing touches (including a peek at that fabulous floor).

This was the fireplace the day we moved in. There was something of the Flintstones about the original design and as for the carpet, well, words fail me.



And here it is now! There will eventually be a multi-fuel stove installed when funds permit, so for now it's still a huge improvement on the original. It's tiled with tumbled Chinese slate. I am planning to paint a narrow border in metallic gold around the opening but we're keeping it simple with no surround or mantlepiece. The mirror was found on ebay, the HUGE world map is from Ikea.




A few years ago my Dad gave me a carrier bag of cookery booklets. Amongst the rubbish (think the Woman's Own diet plan from 1989) were half a dozen great vintage finds, dating from (I think) the 1930s to 1950s. The contents were not hugely useful, with almost every recipe starting with, "take a large block of lard..." but they were too beautiful to put away so - thanks to six Ikea Ribba frames, a roll of sellotape and some of the kids' craft paper they will now grace the wall above the dining area.



Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Village News

We have a free monthly village newsletter. It's mostly adverts for local shops and businesses, the usual warnings about locking your shed and, if you're lucky, actual news.

I really shouldn't laugh, but occasionally it throws up a gem like this:

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

Half time

Himself - 2, Walls - 0

Dust - 100, Me - 0


Over the last couple of weeks, two structural walls have come down. To the left is the old external wall (at the back is the extension) and on the right was the wall separating the old back room from the kitchen. Despite yards of plastic sheeting and duct tape the dust that drifted into the rest of the house was immense - I came home to find the hideous red swirly hall carpet had turned a lighter shade of grey.

Where you can see an old RSJ (just about, where a hole is knocked in the old plaster) on the right above the old kitchen, we will be putting in a stud wall and door so the area with the sink and washing machine will become a utility/WC. Building Control have approved the installation of the new steels so that's the last we'll see of them until completion. Yay! Just the small matter of plasterboarding, plastering, levelling the subfloor, fireplace and decorating plus many many more little jobs to go before we even start doing exciting things like installing the new kitchen and flooring *sigh*.

Still, it won't be hard to improve on this, will it?!

Friday, 11 March 2011

Going down

The upstairs is sort of done - the bedrooms are all decorated and carpeted but I still need to put the finishing touches in the way of shelves, pictures and storage. Now the really big work begins downstairs. We built the extension last year, started in the summer and got the roof on just in time for winter to strike, but were yet to start the really mucky work of knocking through into the existing house.

In the last couple of weeks, Himself has taken out two internal walls which has completely opened up the back of the house and you can really see the shape of the new space which will become 50m2 of open plan kitchen/diner/living/play room.

Here are some photos of the work in progress. I will take some new ones soon!

The old kitchen

Previous view of the rear of the house - starting to take down the old outbuilding.

Out comes the wall!

Digging the footings

Helping Daddy


Building the extension

Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Rub a dub dub

So, the bathroom is now done! It's heaven to have the choice of bath or shower, and I am just luxuriating in being able to shut the door! Am completely in love with the flooring, which is Stone Spot by Cath Kidston, and to have so much storage above and under the sink is wonderful.


I had my last bath in the 'old' bathroom on a Saturday morning. Himself was supposed to be watching the boys downstairs but as usual, they'd come to find me and the lack of wall/door meant they could just wander on in. Five minutes later I was sharing the bath with two toy cars and half a dozen rice crispies. I do not think this would have happened if we'd had daughters.

The right to bear arms

The Previous Occupants were your normal couple in their 70's. 'Traditional' taste in carpets and decor (see previously posted photo of open-plan bathroom for swirly red carpet and acres of anaglypta wallpaper...). A fondness for beige, as exhibited in their choice of bathroom suite and tiles in both kitchen AND bathroom, complete with floral and countryside scenes. And a love of dogs, which a year on, is still obvious every time I vacuum the red swirly carpet.

As the work goes on, we are building up a more detailed picture of their lives. Their DIY skills left a little to be desired. A one metre piece of skirting board in the bathroom was fixed with two flat head screws, two phillips screws, and four nails. The mind boggles.

Events took a more disturbing turn when we found a shotgun licence, hidden at the bottom of an old filing cabinet. Nothing too unusual there, this is the countryside. Until I remembered that he was registered blind.

Every day brings more junk mail for them. Lots of stuff from animal charities. Catalogues with elastic-waisted beige slacks. Fairly run of the mill stuff for people of a Certain Age.

And then yesterday, came not one but TWO copies of The Flag, a newsletter produced by the National Democratic party - previously known as the National Front. Eek.

I don't think I'm alone in thinking a blind, Far Right sympathiser is probably not really the best person to be in legal possession of a shotgun...