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White Measles

I looked in the mirror this morning and discovered I have white measles. Well  Stalactite white measles to be exact. They have even infected my glasses!  I HATE painting ceilings.
I was also under the delusion that the living room ceiling was white. One good thing about cream tinted paint is it makes it very easy to see where you’ve missed a bit. The bad thing about painting over cream tinted paint is it makes it very easy to see where you’ve missed a bit 4 hours later….
Which raises the question of ‘how good does it have to be?’ I look at the ceiling (of course after two days of staring up while scraping out the myriad of cracks, plastering them, sanding them smooth and then painting, the ceiling is all I can see (through the paint specks), I’m not sure my neck bends down any more,) and I see flaws. Roller marks, brush marks near a light fitting, bits that were over rolled, the bit I had to  touch up later to cover the cream… Will anyone else notice them, or is it just because it’s the brightest cleanest thing in the room that I spend all my  time staring at it at the moment?  I never claimed to  be a professional painter. And I’ve had to paint around the furniture. It’s hard to keep all the roller strokes running the same direction when you have tables and chairs piled around the room to run into and  light fittings to work around.  When I have occasional moments of clarity I hit myself over the head with the fact that it is a lathe and plaster ceiling. It’s not straight. It’s not level. It is never ever going to look like a modern plaster board roof. Never. But it is done now!

I have  running filtered water in the laundry! Since it never really runs cold at this time of year it’s actually very handy to  fill  the bottles in the fridge. What’s more it’s installed and (touch wood) it doesn’t leak. I only had to  take it apart  twice to  get it to  that stage (thanks for not including any instructions on how to actually attach the hoses to the filter, guys! They might be a fitting you’re familiar with, but I had to  work it out by trial and wet error.)

In the process of putting everything back in the cupboards under the sink after having the place bug sprayed on Monday I did a little rearranging. All my life the rubbish bin has sat on the floor –  first in the laundry, and then in a recessed bit under the bench in the kitchen. It’s the first thing I see as I walk in – and since I bought a new stainless steel one last year, all I notice is how dirty it looks (even when it’s clean!) I was theorising to  my sister  the other day about one day putting the bin in the cupboard beside the sink – tossing the wire bottomed drawers that are currently there (for storing root vegies, which I don’t store because they always start growing) and swapping the hinges so it opens to  the sink and putting in one of those  bins that opens as you  open the door. Well  today I tossed the drawers outside and put the pedal bin in the cupboard. And it works. LOL. Well it works when I remember where the bin is. The amazing thing is the kitchen looks huge without the bin in the corner. Going to put some shelves where the bin was and put doors on it – Yay extra cupboard!

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Tour Time: The Formal Lounge

 

When we (Mum, Dad, my younger sister and I moved into No.28 Gumtrees (from No.28 Queen St, anyone see a pattern?) on the 4th of July 1975 it was the wettest winter in decades. Not that us kids cared. We had free range of a house at least twice the size of the one we had left, and much better laid out. We left the long hall down the middle, the 2 bedrooms off one side, the lounge room on the other with the bay window (which features in my earliest ever memory at 18 months), the large old kitchen and a tiny sunroom/laundry. We exchanged it for 4 bedrooms, 3 living areas and a terrace on half an acre of gardens.

One of those living areas was dubbed ‘the lounge room’ to distinguish it from the living room and the sunroom. Visible from the hall through a wood and glass internal wall it opens into the living room with double sliding doors.

It started out as the formal lounge –  the  brocade couch and chairs flanking the fireplace. We used to wheel the tv into the double doorway on Sunday nights in Winter and sit around the fire watching The Waltons or Little House on the Prairie and eating soup and  smoked toast.

Once the fire stopped being used it got very little use,  closed up  in Winter to keep  the rest of the house warmer it was generally only used when  we had  meetings or gatherings here. It was an excellent room to put the dining table in the middle to  serve buffet dinners or suppers. Finally after  fishing  my  nephew out from under the table one too many times when he started to  crawl we jsut moved the table permanently into  the lounge and called it the dining room. As such it got used about  twice a year. Mum and I usually ate on our laps or in the study.

I moved the table back into the living room after Mum went into hospital.  But the lounge room still  only got used when entertaining. It was a great room for that – we had 50 people here for dinner one night,  no  problem.

So, this is what the loungeroom looked like before this Spring…

From the hall:

The fireplace:

Looking back to the hall:

And, the last corner, behind the door:

Stay tuned to see how it looks today.

 

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