Deep in DIY Hell
So, as you already know, this week has been all about the DIY. Before we get to that, though, there was that quick trip to Glasgow, which is currently home to a bunch of funky wall murals:
Yes, I was tempted to climb up onto the red bin thing and pretend the giant hand was picking me up. No, I didn’t do it.
It’s also home to one of Scotland’s brand new branches of Five Guys, which is awesome, because we developed a bit of a Five Guys habit (or Terry did, anyway), when we were in Miami a couple of years ago, and it’s good to know there’s one a bit closer to home, even if the burgers ARE £8, which, sorry, RIDICULOUS. Tasty, though. (In fairness, the Little Cheeseburger is only £5, and is actually Quite a Big Cheeseburger, but STILL.)
(I also go into the Apple store and leave my blog open on all the screens. Sorry, world.)
That was as good as it got this week, though. The rest of this post will be about my bedroom. Feel free to leave now: I promise I won’t be offended…
So! The week started, as I’ve said, with the floor in the bedroom being ripped up, ready to be replaced. I THOUGHT I’d taken a photo of this, but it turns out I took a video of it instead, which I’ll either post to You Tube at some point, or forget about entirely, and you’ll never get to know what the ripped-up floor looked like – the horror!
(Aside: I’d actually had vague plans to do a kind of ‘weekly vlog’ thing this week – and maybe even make it a regular thing – but not only did I take video when I thought I was taking photos, it turns out I also took quite a lot of photos when I thought I was taking video, so it looks like I’m probably NOT going to the next Zoella. I’m as surprised by this as you are, seriously. Anyway, I’ll have a look through the footage later and see if any of it is salvageable – if you subscribe to my You Tube channel, you’ll be notified if/when I upload something. I think.)
In the absence of the ripped-up-floor photo, then, let’s skip ahead to the “starting to put down the new floor” photo:
The gold stuff you can see next to it is the underlay. It was actually pretty cool, which is why I took the photo-that-turned-out-to-be-a-video of it. I’m actually surprised this isn’t a “thing”, and that people don’t just throw down some underlay and have themselves a shiny gold floor: it would be different, if nothing else.
This was taken on Wednesday afternoon. By the time we went to bed that night, it was about 3/4 complete, and won’t lie, I had a bit of a panic when I thought it was going to be too white, even for me. I have this moment at least once during every single DIY project we ever do, and it’s the worst: it makes me question every single decorating decision I have ever made, and wonder if I should just rip it all out, and do something “cosy” and “traditional”, like everyone seems to love. Then the next morning I basically woke up inside Pinterest, and remembered that I don’t actually like “cosy” or “traditional” interiors, which was just as well, because there was no way in hell Terry was going to take it all up again. Quick shout-out to Terry, here:
This man has worked tirelessly this week, stopping only to drink the occasional mug of tea, oh, and also to watch the Mad Men finale on Thursday night. I will say no more about that, because someone on Facebook spoiled the previous episode for me and I’m still not over it, so I don’t want to do the same for anyone else, but GOD, I’m going to miss that show. Less so after it got to the 70s, and everyone suddenly had sideburns, but still.
Anyway: YAY, TERRY! And your slightly creepy mask!
As you can see, the floor was almost complete at this point. The bathroom, meanwhile, looked like this:
Terry had to cut the wood for the floor in there, thanks to the torrential rain outside, plus the fact that he really didn’t fancy cutting it downstairs, then having to constantly walk up and down three flights of stairs with it, to get to the bedroom and back. (I, on the other hand, DID have to constantly walk up and down three flights of stairs in my role as the clean-up detail: on Thursday, I managed to get in almost all of my 10,00 steps just from cleaning…)
Honestly, this photo doesn’t really do justice to the level of mess that was inside that bathroom: it was absolutely covered in wood shavings and dust, and took a long, long time for me to get it back to normal. Not saying I didn’t secretly quite enjoy it, mind you, but let’s just say I’ve never been so grateful for that steam cleaner I got last year…
But! Finally the mess was cleared and the floor was down!
So, the room isn’t finished here, and I know someone is going to yell “POPS OF COLOUR!” at me any second now, but this was the end of stage one (I just mis-typed that as “Stage Floor”, which I guess is appropriate too…), and guys, I love it. It’s only been down for a couple of days at this point, so obviously time will tell, but so far the signs are good regarding the maintenance of it, which was a big concern. One of the main reasons for replacing the existing floor was that it was so high maintenance I was having to clean it constantly, and it STILL always looked dirty – shiny, smooth surfaces are the absolute worst for that, and I will never, ever have that kind of floor in my house again, so matter how nice it might look in the showroom.
Although this floor is white, however, it’s also matte, and quite textured (which doesn’t really show in the photos, so you’ll just have to trust me…) so all of those weird smudges and random specks of dust just don’t show up on it. After two days of DIY mess, including all of that sawdust, which was constantly being trailed through the house on our feet, the floor downstairs (which is the same as the floor we used to have in the bedroom) looked like herds of buffalo had been stampeding over it, even although it was two floors down from the epicentre of destruction. This floor, meanwhile, still looked pretty good – we could obviously see the sawdust that landed on it, but that would be the case with any floor, and what you CAN’T see on this one are all of the other marks I used to obsess over, so as long as that continues I’ll be happy. I mean, I can actually relax in that room now without feeling like I should be cleaning the floor while I’m there, so that alone makes it worth all the effort. It also makes me want to replace all the other shiny floors in the house (Not with white, I hasten to add: I love it in this room, which feels so tranquil and fresh now, but I think it would be too much downstairs…) with lower-maintenance alternatives, but Terry just glares at me any time I mention it, so I’ll have to content myself with this one. For now.
I will stop talking about floors now, I promise.
And I will start talking about dressing tables, because now we get to move onto the most exciting part of this project (for me, I mean. It’s OK if you’re not excited by my dressing table. You should be, though.), which involves the building of my new dressing table, and the other pieces of bedroom furniture which arrived on Friday morning. It also involves me getting to use these:
Ikea’s Godmorgon ‘Boxes With Lid’, two of. There would have been even more of these, but Terry looked at me with the same expression he uses when I start talking about replacing the floors downstairs, so I had to settle for just two. I already have the Ikea Godmorgon ‘Box with Compartments‘, which I use to organise the bathroom cabinet: these ones will hold the various random things that tend to float around the drawers in the bedroom (hair ties, earplugs, approximately eleventy-one lip balms, etc etc), and I’m only slightly embarrassed to admit that I can’t wait to get organisin’.
Please say we can still be friends, even although I’m a Woman Who Loves Plastic Storage Boxes Too Much. I mean, I can stop any time I want. No, really, I can!
Oh, and the bedroom may be looking much better, but the kitchen currently looks like this:
You win some, you lose some.
Have a great weekend, everyone!