Despite my recent post about looking for a house, we’re still trying to make improvements to this house – let’s face it: it could be years. Our bathroom on the middle floor has had a hand held shower but tiles only a foot high around the bath since we moved in, oh… six and a half years ago. We never really used the bath until recently (to bathe Scarlett), but I always felt a bit sorry if guests used it. If they wanted a shower, they would have to sit in the bath – which seems something like a punishment – or use our ensuite. Continue reading
I was cooking tea the other night while Barry was plastering the very same room, when I realised that we were fulfilling stereotypical gender roles without even thinking about it. When I pointed this out to Barry, he asked me to get him a beer from the fridge. I did.
Is DIY divided into boy jobs and girl jobs? I’ve been doing some jobs like painting, following Barry around after he’s done the manly rollering with the little brush to do the edges. When he ripped the walls down, I was tasked with sanding the bits of skirting board that came off. I made curtains for the spare room, but I’ve never been in our loft.
I’m fine with being the ideas person and wandering around with tester pots and a camera. I’m not saying I want to do the heavy work, I’m just wondering whether it’s implied that I shouldn’t. Is it just us?
Kitchen update: preparing a special three-course Valentine’s meal was fun with everything in boxes in the living room. We’re going to have a few days of having to get water from the bathroom, but Barry thinks he should have the shiny new oven up and running shortly, and the washing machine and dishwasher have just been moved into their new homes. Photos of the practically empty kitchen below; we haven’t unpacked any of the new one yet.