It is a sad time in the new old house. My beloved feathered baby Puki died suddenly yesterday. My husband raced him to the vet but he was already gone. We don’t know what was wrong and couldn’t bring ourselves to allow an autopsy. It doesn’t matter how. What matters is that he is gone. I can’t believe how much I came to love that funny little bird in the 18 months we had him. I have no recent photos of him but at least I have my painting in my office. Perhaps I’ll finish it now. Love you Puki.
Do you know I uploaded that photo above on January 1? Today is January 13. I had so many plans for the few days I had off after New Years Day. Then I came down with what could only be described as a killer head cold. 5 days lost in a snuffly haze of dirty tissues and unbearable grumpiness. The very first day I felt better was the day I actually had to go back to work. Typical 🙂
This last week hasn’t been much better with a bout of what I am assuming is arthritis in my left ankle. Nothing nicer than a week of hobbling around the office explaining to everyone that no it isn’t a sprained ankle and yes I do have a doctor’s appointment. Enough of my whinging though. What has been happening in the new old house? Nothing much. The veggie garden has progressed even more and we have eaten our first button squash and zucchinis. I have even given away bags of freshly picked lettuce leaves and silverbeet. I think we should be able to pick our first eggplants in a week. Yum!
The floor in the breezeway has ground to a halt. I have been too unwell and the bloody paint has proved very stubborn to remove. I have a sneaking suspicion that a high pressure hose would help but think of the mess and water inside the house! This one is a slow DIY job or perhaps we’ll give in and get someone in to strip it. A 50 year old woman with arthritis shouldn’t be crawling round on her hands and knees stripping floors. That’s my excuse anyway.
The exciting thing was that when I was avoiding the hard dirty work of stripping the stubborn layers of paint off the floor I decided to start peeling back the paint on the old bricks … as you do. Don’t finish one job and start another. Here’s a tiny peek at the first bits I peeled away. I have done more since and it looks cool. All distressed and olde worlde industrial crap like (that’s a trademarked phrase in case you were thinking of using it). It is coming off very easily with a paint scraper and with the help of a wire brush I am getting old brick here and there. I’m hoping when I’m finished it will look like Anouk Cafe in Paddington. I stole these pics from here.
It has been hellishly hot all over Australia this week with heatwave conditions (days above 40 common and nights that don’t drop below 25) and fires burning in many states. This is the smoke one day this week when I got home. The nearest fire was well over 75km away but the smoke was blowing in on the seabreeze. I can normally see Brisbane and mountains from my front verandah.
Apologies for not much more progress around the house. Hopefully I will have exciting news to tell you soon. About work and a new business and a change of career path. Oooops I’ve jinxed it now!
Picked these up at the SIZE MATTERS III: the end is nigh exhibition at the SWICH Contemporary Art Space. A great source for small affordable art by local artists. Here’s a closer look using images from SWICH’s facebook page… the flare off the acrylic is killin’ me.
Elk – mixed media on board by Anita Kroeger
Mickey’s on a diet. He needs to loose a couple of kilos. He’s not happy because it is Christmas and there are tasty smells coming from the kitchen. He does like the new rug though. So do I. Still scraping the floor. I’ve had to stop for today and tidy up. We’re eating lunch in here. What was I thinking starting a “small” job just days before Christmas?
Quick snap via iPhone of my new kilim. On sale online. I had a discount code too so I had to buy it. I promise. It’s 4.6 m long and 1.6 wide and it’s perfect for the breezeway. But … we had to take up the black and white check vinyl because of damage and black mould. (Everyone assumes they are tiles but it was just old scuffed vinyl.) Now we have to scrape the old paint off the concrete floor. Not all of it. I like old painted concrete floors but this stuff is super flaky. Guess what I’m doing on my Christmas break? Shots of it in the room soon.