Ceiling’s Are Fun

Let’s just begin with saying that what happen in Woolwich is disgusting and soooo sad. My thoughts go out to the family. For those who don’t know, read here

Those women who confronted the killers and protected the soldier from further harm are bad-ass.

But my escapism from reality is this house… So…

Now lets talk Cassie’s room… Will has been busy plastering and I’m busy with well my favourite past time… scheming up paint colours and themes.

This room is all based on Cass, my beautiful sister. She is preppy but marches to her own drum. So work with me here, I’m thinking navy or Thai sapphire with hott pink and yellow or camel. It needs to have a bit of naughty-cal, because my sister has always owned a pair of boat shoes and a sliver of feminine (her favourite accessory is a bow). But not toooo much, this is not a girly girl room, it’s more like a room girls’ secretly want to have and can admire from the sideline, but aren’t confident enough to rock.

So some pinspiration to get going

This one is nice, but wayyyy to sophisticated for us

You could get dizzy in this

Did I mention I am considering a striped ceiling?

I am

Striped ceilings aren’t just for nurseries

They are also grown up

But then so are high gloss ceilings

And again more glossy porn

I’m loving it!

So what will it be? Stripes or glossy?

The Bulge

I really wanted to tell you that I had painted the front door bright yellow over the weekend. I know it will bring a smile to your face the way it is going to do to mine. Walking home to a happy door that looks like the front opening to a candy shop would bring a smile to anyone’s face. Fact: yellow doors are like unicorn farts (rainbows) and fully matures Jabba’s (butterflies).

But unfortunately this will have to wait for another day. Because there are two reasons I didn’t paint the front door on Sunday.

Mainly

And

Lesson one…. When you think you’ve figured it out… Think again.

It started when my sis-in-law came around to see Will’s handy work and ventured into the workshop/incinerator/living room. There on the left hand side was a puddle and you could see that it wasn’t from a phantom dog, but was dripping from above. And directly above the living room is the bathroom we just spent 4 months on. The puddle was obviously a leak from the bathroom.

All I saw was…
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Before calling Will we did a bit of investigating. I knew this would hurt and wanted to make sure we had the facts. The facts are listed in order of there scary factor
1) the part of the ceiling around the leak (4×4) was bulging like a balloon that looked like it could pop
2) that ceiling is covered in asbestos
3) the dripping from above wasn’t stopping
4) that ceiling is covered in asbestos

Prettttyy prettttyy prettyyyy terrifying. However its best to face these things head on so we removed all electrical items from the room and called Will, he was like

Then he came home and started his own investigation which was much more technical and involved putting holes in walls.

So here is where the problem was, that yellow bucket is what is collecting our old shower water.

Can you see the asbestos bulge in the ceiling? Probably not in this pic, it’s like a fella on his way to prom, the bulge doesn’t really show up in the pics but everyone knows its there.

And just like prom again, the bulge is terrifying

Will started his holes in wall thing. He was just guessing where the leak might be, there are about 50 joins he did in the bathroom and it could’ve been any one of them.

And I’m telling you this man needs to get a job in finding things, he could be the person who looks for a needle in a haystack or diamond in the rough because by golly the very first hole he made was practically centred around that join with the leak!

Eureka! Happy dancing was in order

To celebrate the fact that we actually didn’t need to spend ££££££ on ripping down the asbestos ceiling we decided Will can trade in his Smart car and get a sports car and we got me a painting from Lora Zombie

Not very practical but I think we are tired of making practical decisions. And anyways practicality doesn’t really suit us.

So that was our weekend. The yellow door will have to wait, we are just basking in the glory of not having to rip down the ceiling. It’s the small things.

The Swivel Soap Dispenser That Started It All

After 4 months, 40 leaks and 400 utterances of words that rhyme with tit and luck, we’ve finally got there!

Here are the showers…. I know what you’re thinking. .. Good idea. Steady on.

The bathtub

And Will turned an old desk that was left at the house into a sink stand. isn’t he a clever one? All that ended up costing us was the sink, taps and paint.

And look what’s also there- the soap dispenser that started it all! Yes you read right
The idea for the entire bathroom had to fit around that soap dispenser. Because I mean there are soap dispensers, and then there are beautiful pieces of lost engineering. This swivel soap dispenser is a concept that went out when plastic and throw away culture came in. We wanted to bring it back.

So there she is, the most beautiful loo you will ever sit your tired ass down in. I’ll take prettier pictures tonight (meaning they will involve mood lighting, Instagram and photoshop).