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Blogger, DIY-er, poodle lover, graphic designer, dog groomer, recycler, artist, wonder woman in my spare time.

everything looks better with numbers (I finished the wardrobe room!)

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Its been weeks since I last posted. I’ve been busy. Life just got out of hand. I’d come home from work and most nights I didn’t even want to turn on the computer and check emails. I think I had something like 144 email notifications from the blogs I follow.
When life gets too much, reading blogs is the first thing that goes. 
I’ve also been feeling a bit ‘ordinary’. My backs been sore and so I haven’t felt like doing much out of work hours. Just reading and watching TV.
And shopping.
I don’t even want to THINK about the money I spent on clothes lately.
To be fair, I don’t buy clothes often and I’ve really wanted a wardrobe makeover. I’m tired of looking boring and want to look nice, even if I’m not the weight I’d like to be. In fact I want to look nice despite the weight I am right now. No use waiting, right?
Speaking of wardrobe makeovers, however, I did a bit more wardrobe making over in Wayne’s wardrobe room this weekend.
I’d bought another 3 industrial type shelf units and was itching to get the room finished for him. Naturally I when I got the room ready I discovered I didn’t have a paint roller. 
So I skipped the painting part of the makeover and went straight to the wardrobe part. I figure I can paint later. Sometime. One day… maybe.
I did the same as last time, I had two 5-shelf units and I put two rods between them to create a double layer hanging space. This time around I added 5 canvas ‘crates’ for storage (socks, undies, etc) and, because everything looks better with numbers on it, I used a stencil to number them.
The numbers might help Wayne find things too… 
“Zefi, where are my socks?” 
“In box no. 2.”
So the room is finished now (well, other than the paint… and perhaps a blind where the curtain is right now, cause roses are just so masculine…). There are shelf units and double hanging space on both sides, a chest in the middle to hold sleeping bags and other such items, and shoe storage behind the door.
I had thought that if I’d made this room into a wardrobe room I could even put my own clothes in it.
Dream on.
Its chock-a-bloc.
I swear, if Wayne vacuumed I’d have to question his sexual orientation.
I moved the boring old pine wardrobe that was in there before, and the boring old pine chest of drawers, into our bedroom my my own clothes.
Cause now I have nice clothes I want to hang up, not just jeans, T-shirts and sweaters.
Naturally every night before I drift off to sleep now I’ll look at them and think about what I can do to pretty them up.
I wish we had bigger bedrooms….
z

wire light fitting

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Over the last 2 weeks I’ve been working on this light shade for the wardrobe room that I posted about here.

I wanted something more industrial in feel to match the hardware shelves I used in the room so I looked around at what I had.

I found this fuddy duddy lampshade I’d picked up from somewhere. I’d already ripped off the granny pink frilly cover that came with it and was left with that glued on ribbon.

Have you ever tried to remove that stuff? It sets like concrete. I tried cutting it off and broke a small pair of scissors. I then tried slicing it off with a scalpel and broke that. I tried a stanley knife and cut myself.

In the end I soaked it in hot water for about two days and went back to scissors and eventually got it off.

Then I put it on the coffee table in the living room where I would do a bit of wiring when the mood took me. I had planned to add beads to it as well but only got as far as adding some small black ones randomly. I used a thicker black wire and thinner silver wire. I’m not sure if I’ll add crystals to it later or not.

I put it up on Sunday and I love the way it looks when the light is on, the pretty shadows it casts on the ceiling.

Meanwhile I’m suffering big time. I spent most of the day on Sunday gardening as I had to get some new plants into the ground before winter. Having problems with my right arm (RSI, carpal tunnel, arthritis, whatever) I tried to spare it and used the left for the heavy work: digging out gigantic weeds using a pick, taking the weight of the shovel, etc.

I put 2 blue plumbagos along the fenceline to hide the water tanks, 2 purple salvias to fill gaps along the front of the porch, 2 white gauras on the porch corner, 8 seedling snap dragons in a narrow bed on the driveway side of the house and 2 mexican orange blossoms on the ends of the trellis. I still have 2 pale yellow double banksia roses to plant and to relocate one of my hydrangeas. When they all grow (thinking positive here) it will look gorgeous.

I also put up some crates as window boxes outside the mud room with Wayne’s help cause by then my hands weren’t working that well.

As a result of all that work I have thumbs that are refusing to work. They’re sore and have no strength to grip much of anything at all.

Ugh.

Remind me never to garden again. Its bad for my health.

z

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signs of life at long last

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Yes, I know you’ve been worrying about me.
Where am I? What am I doing? Am I alive but lying in a ditch somewhere?
Well. I’m right here. Doing my Superwoman immitations again. 
I’ve been trying, unsuccessfuly I might add, to stretch every one of my hours into three. 
The theory is that if I could stretch one hour into three I’d be able to get three hours worth of work done, then I could snap the elastic back and still have 2 hours up my sleeve to use later.
Its not working well for me at all.
I keep telling myself that I need to be more organised. And I try. I do try. But in the end my mind still feels like this …
There is always so much to do, so much to remember, so much to organise.
Firstly some news: the sale of my house in Fentonbury has finally gone through. What a huge relief:  a few less bills to pay, less commitments on my time in terms of maintenance, less stress over good-for-nothing tenants.
This is thrilling news for me as I’ve been wanting to go back to Greece to visit family, mainly my mom. I’ve booked my ticket and I’m on my way in TWO months! (happy dance)
The other news is that I’m currently working 5 days a week instead of 4 for a ‘short time’. The word ‘short’ has yet to be defined.
That means that I’m now working 6 days a week as I also groom dogs on my days off, thus my weekend has dwindled to two days with chunks taken out of them for grooming.
I feel a bit like this…
But I’m valiantly trying to get it all done.
The sale of the house meant having to chase up paperwork in time for settlement to go ahead at the scheduled time. It meant cancelling home insurance for Fentonbury and notifying others that I no longer live there, don’t send my mail there (after 3 years some people still haven’t got the message).
Next I’ve got my trip to plan, my ticket is booked but I still have to read through websites and get travel insurance. Not to mention SHOP.  
Naturally.
Then I went and did something really stupid. I mean I know better. I do. Yet, cause a friend recommended a site, I went and gave them my credit card details. Then I cancelled my card. That means more notifying people and changing my automatic bill payments.
I got a quote to have someone else finish the house painting for me but we just can’t afford it. The house painting is not as urgent as, say, the drainage issue on your driveway which channels water under the house and into the casita. So it looks like I still have house painting to do during my ample free time.
Some things had to give. I had planned to have another stall at the next Shabby Market but I just had to pull out. Sorry ladies. I feel bad, but there is only so many hours in a day and I haven’t yet figured out how to stretch them.
Its getting cold, wet and miserable here lately. It doesn’t take long for the weather to go from hot and sunny to miserable, does it? A couple of weeks between summer and winter is all we got. I get home these days and all I want to do is crash out under in front of the fire.

But there are chores to do. No rest for the wicked.  I’m so tired by the end of the day its all I can do to watch TV from under a pile of throws, with a poodle pulled up on either side of me.

In fact that’s how I’d like to spend my weekends. Warm fluffy socks, TV or a book and a nice fire. And coffee in bed.

But I have 6 weeks in Greece coming up! I think I can cope till then. Then I’ll have 6 weeks of lying around on the beach. I shouldn’t complain.. 
z

why I wasn’t around

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Yes. Its been a long time since I posted.
I have very good excuses:
I ran outta gas.
I had a flat tire.
I didn’t have enough money for cab fare.
My tux didn’t come back from the cleaners.
An old friend came in from outta town.
Someone stole my car.
There was an earthquake,
… a terrible flood,
…locust’s.
It wasn’t my fault!!
Ok. So you’re not falling for that.
Fine.
Actually I was out of town for a while. Then I was lazy. And busy. Having a life. You know how it is.
I went to Sydney over the Easter long weekend to attend the Poodle National and help my good friends Iris with their poodles.
Yes. Two Irises. And 5 poodles between them.
Iris No. 1 is a toy poodle breeder, the breeder of my beloved Billybear. Iris No. 2 is a standard poodle breeder. I did up her beautiful black Tango for the show on Saturday and ended up handling her in the ring. (Tango that is. Not Iris.)
That’s something I wasn’t expecting. I mean, I was flattered that Iris asked, I’m not fit and certainly don’t consider myself a good handler, but on the plus side I am younger than she is… Anyway, Tango went well for me and got 3rd in a large class which was pretty good.
The rest of my time up there I groomed toy poodles before, during and after the show. I was exhausted when I returned!
On the Sunday I did up 4 toy poodles which Iris handled to win two 2nd places and one 3rd place. 
To non-showing people that might not sound like much, but trust me, to place at a National is a big deal. Its a huge speciality show and people with poodles come from all over Australia. Most classes are much larger than you get at any local shows.
To be honest, I’m really proud (and flattered) that people admire the way I present poodles and want me to groom for them… so allow me to brag:
Meet the toys I helped with:
I don’t have a photo of Tango unfortunately. I didn’t have my camera with me. Hopefully I’ll get one soon. And maybe one day I’ll brag about some other poodles I’ve presented for shows…
When I got back I just needed to rest, but you know there’s no rest for the wicked. I had dogs to groom here too. That’s the problem when you’re trying to build up a business of your own. You can’t afford to say no and put people off.
I also re-designed Iris’ website. Have a look: Toniri Toy Poodles
Doing websites takes HOURS. I’m not sure I enjoy doing them any more…
I’ve basically done nothing but run on the hamster wheel since I got back from Sydney. I have so many projects that are unfinished or unstarted its not funny.
Its sickening really.
One project I started while at the National was a necklace I’m making out of felted poodle hair. Stay tuned when I figure out how I want that to go together… and when I find a needle to thread the felt balls with.
Another project is a light shade for the wardrobe room I started a couple of weeks ago. I found something I think will work and while trying to clean it up yesterday I cut my finger and remembered we don’t have any band aids.
Then we’ve had a fire nearby. This is the hill opposite us on Sunday.
Lucky for us this fire happened now, when its not so hot, after we’d had some rain, and on a day with no wind whatsoever. If this had started during one of our horrible heat waves with the roaring winds we’d have had to make a quick decision.
I guess I better go figure out what project I should work on today. This will be my last Monday off for at least 4 weeks as they’ve asked me to work 5 days a week for a while to help out. NOT looking forward to that.
Between grooming dogs and the zillion projects I have in my shed, house and head there’s not much room to move!
z

project wardrobe room DIY

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We have a small room in this house. A really small room. Big enough for a single bed, a chest of drawers and a wardrobe but not much else.
We’ve used it as Wayne’s wardrobe room since we moved in, with a single bed just in case we overflow with visitors.
It was always a mess.
Wayne owns too many clothes for one wardrobe, a cupboard, a chest of drawers… and this house.
He owns too many boots and shoes for any normal human being except Imelda Marcos.
I’ve been sick of that room pretty much forever and I’ve been dying to make it into a walk in wardrobe with as much hanging space as I could fit into it.
So, I finally put Project Wardrobe Room into action. I decided the easiest way to make a wardrobe was to start with something someone else had built.
I like the industrial look of hardware shelving so I was looking for nice galvanised metal shelf units meant for workshops. Unfortunately the better/bigger/taller ones are made with powder coating these days. Darn.
So, I adapted. Instead of galvanised metal I went with grey walls, black units and white shelves. (And salmon carpet…) 
I bought 2 hardware shelf units on sale a couple of weeks ago. 
I also bought 2 thick towel rails with the matching attachments.
Working towards Project Wardrobe Room, a few weeks ago I donated the single bed. Then I promptly replaced it with other bits of furniture …which I managed to get out of the room last week. 
I started pn Saturday. 
Step 1: I opened the boxes with the shelf units, removed the mdf shelves and painted them antique white USA using the paint I’d bought for the woodwork in Fentonbury.
Step 2: Paint the walls.
I wanted to paint it grey, but I was going to stick to not spending any more money on this project than I already had. I searched my paint tins and found I still had about 1/3 tin of the dark grey I used on the living room feature wall. I mixed in about 1/4 of the light beige I’d used on my woodwork and added a bit of ceiling white for that extra lightness to get a shade of grey I kinda liked.
Then I painted the two walls I could access cause the third wall still had a big heavy wardrobe full of clothes, a large chest of drawers and a cupboard, all chockablock full of clothes, draped with clothes, ties, belts and scattered with shoes and boots.
Once on the wall the paint looked more blue than grey. (NB. My monitor is stuffed and I can’t seem to get it back to the colour balance I had before. Everything looks more blue than normal on here right now.)
Anyway, it must be the light in this house… or the salmon carpet, but greys tend to look blue-ish in here. The ‘grey’ I picked for the living room looks like light blue.
Step 3. Put together the units. I glanced at the instructions then proceeded to put the units together using one of Wayne’s old cowboy boots as a rubber mallet. 
I cut a piece of vinyl left over from the mud room for the bottom shelf – easier to clean when dirty boots inevitably leave their mark. I also turned the top shelves upside down so you see the white side, not the unpainted mdf side.
Step 4: Find the towel rails and fittings. Search and search and search. Get annoyed, then angry. Have a cup of coffee and then finally locate them in the last place you thought to look.
Step 5: Swear at the idiot who used sticky tape to hold the two rails together. Then swear some more at the idiots who stick labels on their products with glue strong enough to glue King Kong to the empire state building. Use eucalyptus oil to get the label and gunk off.
Step 6: Figure out where the rails needed to go in order to hold the shirts and jackets, then screw them in place – screwing directly onto the mdf shelving. This bit was like a step aerobics class, involving as it did a lot of up and down the stepladder after dropped screws, dropped rails, dropped end caps.
My exercise for the week.
Step 7: Remove all clothing from the wardrobe and stack it on the shelves and hang it on the rails – shirts on top, jackets on the bottom. Boots on the bottom shelves. Discover that there’s no way on earth all the shirts will fit on these 2 rails and put some back into the wardrobe. That left me with an empty cupboard which I pushed, pulled and manhandled out onto the deck for removal later (Wayne! I have a job for you!)
Step 8: I moved the chest of drawers closer to the wardrobe and moved an old timber chest I had in the bedroom into the wardrobe room. This will hold Wayne’s swag (aussie sleeping bag for camping).
I like the feel in the room. So much more organised. Neat. How long it will stay that way is anyone’s guess.
Last touches: I vacuumed. I put in a brighter globe (does anyone else hate those energy saver light globes which take ages to light to their fullest?). I removed the granny light cover that was there and am planning to replace it with something a little more interesting.
Still to do: A different curtain for the window. The light fitting. The other wall. There are suit jackets and pants, more shirts and many shoes that still need to find homes in the new look wardrobe room. Do I keep a chest of drawers to hold underwear and handkerchiefs or do I go with more of the same shelving and rails with baskets to hold the small stuff… there-in lies the question. 
Thoughts?
Now I’m left to clean up the disaster in the living room and put away the 1 tonne of washing I finally folded.
Phew.
Wayne’s reaction?
“You done good.”
“So, do you like it?”
“Yeah.”
A man of monosyllables.
But he likes it. It sure beats the kitchen chalkboard fiasco of 2013… which is still fresh in my memory as I’ve only removed half of the chalkboard so far.
z

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monumental fail…. kitchen chalkboard

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I don’t fail in my projects often. I stall, I flounder, I re-evaluate… but I don’t often fail.

This project was a monumental, irrevocable, unadulterated failure.

I had planned to transform this:

Into this:

Simple, it seemed. Easy. Piece of cake.

I washed down the laminated doors of the pantry.

I smeared on a product called ESP for preparing surfaces to take paint. Tiles, laminate, metal, anything, without sanding.

Now, I’ve used this product before. Twice. Once many years ago in Melbourne when I painted the ugly dark wood laminate doors and drawer fronts of a gorgeous old 60s kitchen dresser. I wipe it on, wiped it off after 90 minutes, then painted it with a glossy oil based paint.

In Fentonbury I did it on the kitchen cabinets and walls which were all lacquered pine. Wiped it on, wiped it off, undercoated and topcoated in acrylic. This wasn’t as great a success. Perhaps cause the topcoat was acrylic and not oil paint. It chipped. Not too badly.

Then we have this:

Maybe its cause the tin of ESP was old… Maybe its cause I didn’t undercoat (I’m leaning towards that)… but the paint just wiped off! Even after 3 days.

 

Wayne hated it. Said it was like looking into the abyss when he sat at the kitchen table, why on earth would I put a black wall in a small kitchen.

Well… it seemed like a good idea at the time.

This morning I got up and saw this: 

No doubt about this project…

So, when (if) I find the energy I’ll climb on a chair and start scrubbing the paint off. Should be easy enough.

ha. ha. ha.

z

new boots!

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I got me some new boots!
I’ve wanted a pair of these babies since I first saw them ages ago. I even ordered a pair with paisley bottoms online but they after months of “they’ll be in soon” I finally got the dreaded “Sorry, we can no longer supply them” email.
The boot in the photo isn’t MY boot. Mine are similar but have flowers and more red and pink and orange.
While wasting time in the city yesterday after work I had a look in an outdoor shop I rarely visit. They had one pair of these boots on sale for half price.
I just had to have them.
I don’t know if its a good thing or a bad thing that I’m excited about the fact that I just bought mud boots.
Way classier than gum boots, but still…. boots for mucking around in the mud.
z

sag drag and fall

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I am so tired.
I finally got up on that ladder and painted under the eaves on the east side of the house so that side is now finished.
Well… almost finished. I still have to paint the window surrounds and nail the wire up to keep the birds out. I can hear one scratching around in the ceiling over my desk as I type…
I still have two more sides to paint the high bits, under the eaves, the window surrounds and the rails. And adding wire to keep out birds.
Then I have to consider oiling or staining the deck…
It never ends.
I used to flip flop and fly but now I sag drag and fall. (lyrics from an old rockabilly song).
My neck and upper back ache from balancing precariously on the ladder and reaching above my head to paint. My hair has tips in it. None a hairdresser put in, more like the ones I give myself as I lean back to paint a bit on one side while my hair brushes the bits I painted on the other side…
And the weather, which was so uncooperative for so long, being stinking hot and windy, has suddenly turned chilly.
I think summer is over and I haven’t yet finished painting the house.
I need to put all other projects on hold and get it done before winter really sets in. Once the rains start I think it’ll be next summer before the rails dry enough to apply paint.
Meanwhile, on an exciting note, I’ve been in touch with the family who bought Ben. He’s doing well and they love him. I’m so glad. When they were here they said they may have a couple of horses which might suit me. I got photos of one of them the other day.
Meet Chester, a chestnut standard bred boy, 15hh, 10 years old.

I’m in love.
He’s gorgeous, isn’t he? I love boys anyway so I may be a bit biased. But he’s just so pretty! And such a lovely colour. 
At this point I confess that I’ve always had a mistrust of chestnuts, ever since a chesnut boy named Tito threw me repeatedly when I was taking riding lessons many years ago. But Chester has a trustworthy face, don’t you think?
At 15hh, Chester is a lot smaller than Ben too. When we bought Ben he was 16hh according to what we were told. He’s now 16.3hh. He’s huge. He grew tons while we had him. As you can imagine, the drop from 15 hands is a lot less than the drop from 16.3 hands.
I always wanted a BIG horse. My first horse was a 14.3hh quarter horse x named Schnapps. I wanted a 16-17hh horse then. Now I’m leaning the other way…
I might even have a hope in hell of getting my leg up into the stirrup of a 15hh horse. 
We can only hope!
Anyway, I’ll share photos of the mare they have too, an appaloosa… then we’ll go out one day in a couple of weeks and I’ll get to ride them and see how I feel about them. I’m so excited!
z

blindingly blue chairs

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Yesterday we picked up my new adirondack chairs.
When I chose the colour for them I wanted them dark dark navy blue. Deep and rich. I took home swatches and compared and deliberated…
And I STILL got it wrong!
Does this look like rich dark blue to you?
To me it looks like a vibrant cobalt blue.
This is what the swatch looks like:

Sigh. It looked dark blue to me.

On the chairs: vibrant blue. Greek island blue.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that… just, its not the blue I was going for. And it cost a ton as well cause its an ultra deep base. AND I have a ton of it left over.

It might be the fact that I chose gloss paint and the surface of the chairs is slightly ridged. They’re made out of treated pine so they can be left outside in the weather and not get ruined. That’s also why I chose gloss paint… easier to wipe bird poop off.

Still, I guess I can live with them for now. Maybe if I put the over on the dam side of the porch, where there’s no roof and they’ll be exposed to the sun and rain, they’ll dull down a bit.

I love them… They’re great chairs. Really comfy and well made. But so bright! Ugh. Maybe I should have just stuck to white. Can’t go wrong with white….
You may have noticed the flour sacks making another appearance as cushions. Can’t leave them outside when we’re not home though. Romeo would use them as chew toys and Montana and Barney would sleep on them. White and dog prints don’t mix well.
I found this cute little ex wire birdhouse. It used to have some sort of fibre stuff on it but that’s long gone. There’s still some bird poop on it though. I love the wonkiness of it. I’ll be doing something with this soon.
Meanwhile I mentioned shopping, did I not? Well, lately I’ve been on a mission to get a sink into the mud room. Outside the toilet.
The toilet is small and cause of the way the door swings and the window, there’s no space for a tiny sink in there. Plus Wayne has huge hands, can you imagine him trying to wash his hands in a sink the size of an espresso cup?
I’ve never minded the fact that our toilet is off the mud room (it used to be outside!), but I’ve hated that in order to wash your hands after using the ‘facilities’ you have to walk through the mud room, through the entry/pantry area, through the kitchen, into the hallway and into the bathroom. Now (well, soon) we’ll be able to wash our hands right after doing our business. What a novel experience for us!
So, in my quest for the perfect sink I looked at quite a few online. I looked for 2nd hand of course. I found a nice looking ensuite sized one for $30 but wasn’t sure without seeing it. I found a really nice looking pale blue cast iron and enamel one nearby but when I tried to go see it, turned out the house was on top of the mountain and I almost had a heart attach when my wheels started to spin on a tight uphill bend.
My car doesn’t have good traction.
See, I’d arranged for our plumber to come over this morning to do some work and fit the new sink while he’s here. Plus the new gooseneck tap for the kitchen sink. I hate low taps in kitchens. Bad enough I only have a single tub sink but to have a low tap as well was like adding insult to injury.
I lived with it for 2 years. It was time.
In the end, with the plumber’s visit looming and no sink to be found, I dragged Wayne to Bunnings yesterday and had him pretend to wash his hands in a couple of smaller sinks to try them out. (He loved that!)
I ended up buying a pretty little squarish sink for $99, plus whatever for the tap.
Then we traipsed off to visit Anna, pick up the chairs her husband made, give her the painting I’d done, had a swim etc. While having fish and chips for lunch at Opossum Bay, I noticed a note in the window which said “pedestal sink, good condition $20, see John” and an address just around the corner.
Everyone started to tease me. I’d spent over $100 on my sink and I could have gotten that one, etc.
Don’t mess with me. They didn’t think I’d go…
I did.
John was the sweetest stooped little old man, he showed me the sink in his shed, telling me it came from the bungalow in his back yard which the kids had renovated and replaced everything old with new stuff. He said he hadn’t wanted to advertise it but a sign in the shop was enough, he only need to find the “right person, someone just like you who loves old things”.
So I bought it.
Being me, I also bought a solid timber door he had in the shed. It was right behind the sink. I looked at the sink, said I’d come back with the trailer and get it and btw, would he sell me the door? We think it might be huon pine. Great value at $20!
The sink isn’t plumbed in yet, (I had cleaned it, but dirty boots got it!) we forgot its a public holiday and when the plumber came up he couldn’t buy the bits and pieces he needed to finish the job. He’ll be back tomorrow. Meanwhile I undercoated the back wall so it would be easier to paint later.
The timber in that area is old timber from piles we found in the paddock. Wayne re-used all the best bits to line out that room. I’ll need to re-undercoat it to stop the wood stains from coming through, but it should be ok.
By tomorrow afternoon we’ll have a usable sink in the mudroom. 
Yipee!
z

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swimming without wetsuits

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Its not a greek island, but it sure is beautiful, huh?
This is the beach at Opossum Bay, down south of Hobart. We went to visit our friends down there yesterday and, naturally, it was a cool, windy, cloudy and otherwise “not swimming” type of day.
But we swam anyway. I mean, we were there! And lately I’ve been dreaming of Greece. A lot. In fact, some of my dreams are more like nightmares.
In the nightmares I’m on Paros and the weather is cold or rough or I’m too busy and I never get to the beach. Its like “wont swim today, maybe tomorrow”… I wake up so depressed. I was on Paros and I didn’t get in the water.
Now, I guess you have to know me to know how that would be a nightmare. I live in the water in summer when I’m in Greece. Maybe I’m part fish. My idea of the perfect greek holiday is to wake up early, get to beach by 10am or earlier, while its still fresh and cool out, grab myself an umbrella and lounge chair (you hire those by the day) and stay there all day.
I order coffee from the nearest bar, buy water as needed, eat fruit I bring with me if I’m hungry and spend the entire day reading and swimming, drying off and getting wet again. In the shade of the umbrella. I still turn as brown as a berry, but except for time spent in the water I never really sunbathe.
Its amazing that I chose to live inland, in the country really, considering how much I love the water. The best explanation I can think of is that Greece has always been the sea for me where Australia has always been country. I love the Australian countryside more than I love its beaches. They’re rough, huge waves which terrify me and, lets not forget… sharks!
Plus Tasmanian waters are legendary for being cold. We could see the icebergs from the beach. Ha. 
So when we went to Anna’s beach (not Opossum Bay beach but another one nearby) and the water was calm with gentle lapping waves and I could see the sand and shells in the sand in the water, it was the closest I’ve come in a long time to the beaches of Greece. I can imagine on a sunny hot day it would be heaven.
I even started to think about selling up and buying a place down there. Imagine living close enough to the beach to walk the dogs down there every day like Anna does, and swim as often as you like. Imagine being able to submerse yourself in cold water to cool your blood down on hot days!
Wayne and I both braved the water without wetsuits and, actually, after the initial shock to the system it was fine. Beautiful in fact. Have I mentioned how much I love being in the sea?
They’re predicting 35 degrees C tomorrow. 
I’m thinking of going to visit Anna again.
Better go wash out the bathing suits and dry them so I can take them to work tomorrow!
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PS I also did some shopping while down there. More on that later!