I am so excited by my new loo seat for the downstairs cloakroom. It is a thing of beauty, handmade from solid oak and wonderful to the touch – clearly I won’t be rubbing my hands and caressing it once it’s in place but for now it’s resting on the loo in the middle of the living room and I just love it.
Oak throne seat
Ebay for the most part has been a friend during this development but I have bought some doozies… I try not to think about those objects too much. The sorry article usually finds its new home is in my bin or if it’s lucky in a box in an attic. Sometimes you have to take a gamble and act on a hunch, one that says yes, I’m going to look great at your place. One of those hunches is winging its way down from North Yorkshire as we speak. I bet my builders can’t wait. The things they hate the most are typically the things I adore – basically anything preceeded with reclaimed, antique or original.
Reclaimed brass taps for the downstairs cloakroom.
I’ve been going to bed and fantasizing about paint colours every night for weeks. It seems for the last few years everyone has been painting their walls grey. My last living-room was grey and even the property developers on the place next door have painted every room grey so it feels like time to move on, but what to? While browsing the annals of Pinterest I came across a pond green bathroom. I rather like murky colours and when contrasted with the crisp white porcelain it seemed an invigorating combination. So I took to the unfinished bathroom with a tester pot, it was scary and I wasn’t sure, so I emptied the whole tester pot on the wall and still wasn’t sure. Clearly I am going to have to go the whole way.
The colour, the movement of the fabric.
Tentative dipping of the toe…
I’ve been camping inside my own house for a little while now. It’s had tremendous highs, little-bear creates-seafood-extravaganza-on-two-ring-electric-hob and vicious lows, large-slug-climbs- up-drain-into-bathroom-basin (and refuses to exit).
The advice from everyone was create a room in the house that’s comfortable and clean, a retreat from the building site that is currently my home. I’ve now had several little bedsits within my house and no sooner do I become comfortable, I am moved on by the building juggernaut, typically plastering, which introduces a wet earthy smell to the house and covers my whole world with a thin layer of dust and mud. But there have been two glorious things both utterly primal (the reinstatement of broadband was just merely nice by comparison) and that’s fire and water.
Let’s start with the fire – amazing! In my living room the original Victorian fireplace had been removed but the chimney remained and was clearly just begging to be lit. What I didn’t know was that sometimes they have a little shelf inside that they close to stop heat escaping so yes the room became a bit OK a lot full of smoke but once that little error was remedied it was frankly beautiful.
And the bath. Well up until now I’d made do with a glorified lean-to and hose. Enter the bear and friends, yes the walls hadn’t yet been built nor was there a means to drain the bath but they managed to tap into the water supply and create an oasis. I had my best bath of my life on the first floor landing.