Not for the blog. For the house. Today we are having painting done in the bedroom and the downstairs bathroom (gosh, that makes the house sound huge, doesn’t it?) We’d intended to do the painting some time ago, after we bought our new bed. But just as we were lining all that up, our stove blew up. (Not massively—it’s an electric stove, so the blow-up was a very large white spark and then complete inertness for the mass of metal). Well, a new stove was on the menu for a long time. The one that died was here when we bought the house. Never really liked it. Now we can get what we want.
Well, within reason. We will be going from a 40-inch wide monster to a normal-sized 30-inch. Which will entail moving a set of cabinets to fill in the resultant gap.
But meanwhile! Meanwhile, as long as we’re moving all this stuff around, might as well put a new floor down.
We found the most amazing sandstone, with a kind of rainbow whorl pattern. But for a kitchen? Sandstone? Erm. So yesterday we traipsed around, looking at flooring. We both like stone, will settle for porcelain or ceramic…
We’re doing tile. No way we can afford exactly what we want now. But it will be cool. I’ll post before and after photos here once we start moving and shaking.
But the house is, once more, a wreck. Emptying one room and make such a mess of the entire rest of the house, it’s numbing.
But we’re getting a new look. Again. We do this periodically. One’s landscape perhaps ought not stay the same for too long, lest all the other attributes of stagnation work their ways in. And we all know what “being stuck” can do to you. Not pretty.
So stay tuned. There will be pictures.
