Nursery stencil – done!

And she loves it! Luckily.


We love it too.

I was terrified the whole time during the process. It’s my first stencil, so wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing. Or if I would hate it when done.

I said initially that I wanted this stenciled wall in green. I don’t recall smoking anything illegal when I said that (and I never have mum, promise), but it was a slightly insane idea. I came to my senses after a while and went with grey instead. SO much better.


Now there is the skirting left. A final coat on the skirting and then install. And a few other itty bitty things before the great room-swap takes place.

Can’t. Wait.

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Al Fresco (and other things)

After I got rid of the two cane chairs that came with the house there was nothing left to sit on in the backyard, except for yo caboose. Not that we ever sat in those chairs anyway, they looked way too scary for that.

We debated what kind of seating we wanted outside. Did we want to lounge? Did we want to dine? (“Dine”. Sounds like someone would serve french cuisine on a silver dish. Ya, that’ll happen…). We came to the conclusion that we lounge on our front porch and in our inside living area so we decided the fine French dining experience would suffice for our al fresco piece of property.

I’ll stop trying to be fancy now.

Enter Falster from Ikea. I was all set on white, having seen how lovely even the old white rotten chairs looked amongst all that green, but when we stumbled upon this washed grey set we were sold.

We likes it. We likes it a lot.


It will probably need an umbrella of sorts, it get’s stinking hot back there. See what we can find.

Part from unpacking that (bought it a couple of weeks ago) we’ve had a busy and productive weekend around here. I installed a new fresh toilet seat that caters for both big ones and little ones. Check this out.

Big bottom.


Little bottom.


Hilarious. We flipped the little seat up and down for much longer than maybe is normal. Funny. Every. Time. Aaah, good times.

Then we had a builder here to quote a new ceiling for our front porch. He dropped in on his way to his nephew’s wedding. As you do. Expecting quote to be scary. See how we go with that. Maybe the Banker needs to spend more time on the racetrack… Any tips Pa?!

We also have big rubbish collection today so everyone puts out old furniture etc on the kerb for council to pick up. We mostly had very large cardboard boxes that would take up too much space in our normal recycling bin.


Not only council comes by to pick it up, but in the last couple of days we’ve had 100 small trucks passing by to check out the neighbourhood’s large rubbish. True story. Underestimation if any. The Banker think they’re vultures and scabs but I think it’s the ultimate recycling. Whatever is left for the council to pick up goes straight to landfill. Whatever the “scabs” are picking up is melted, or spruced up and resold, or heaven forbid, hoarded by someone else. Oh well, better them than us. At least someone takes advantage of our leftovers rather than it going to landfill.

And the most exciting part of the whole weekend (ok, the big bottom/little bottom thing is still hilarious) is this.


(Pardon the blur, don’t know what happened there. Maybe too many working beers?) I’m finally finishing the trim in bubba’s room. And the new skirting is being painted as well.


So very very exciting.


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TV awesomeness (and other sparky stuff)

Update: It was pointed out to me that the new placement of the TV in relation to where it was before and to where the sofas are, isn’t quite clear, so I’m adding another photo at the beginning of this post that hopefully will explain better. Also makes it abundantly clear that I really need to start removing toys and and stickers before I take photos, it’s a right mess around here. And yes, the cubby-house-itis continues.

We moved the TV yesterday.


I think I made up our (hehehe) minds already during the first walk-through of the house that the TV would be on the wall dividing the living and kitchen areas. As a matter of fact I just took that for granted. Not for a second considering that all the necessary TV junk might be installed elsewhere.


That was remedied yesterday, the hard way, by physically moving all kinds of cables. Apparently there are other ways it can be done wirelessly, oh well. (Thanks CmdrPrompt for the tip).

I had to wait until today to reveal the new TV setup because the TV itself and cabinet were so full of fingerprints and stickers (thanks tiny human!) that I wanted to get a chance to give that a once-over before the reveal.

Just look how pretty and organised the TV junk is now! I even asked for four power points rather than the usual two. Awesome thinking.


And here’s the new TV placement. Ta-Da! Never mind the masking tape art work.


It irks me that the serving hole and appliances are cluttering up the space. The plan (all along, since first seeing the house) was to close up that hole. I think I might have a crack at doing that myself. I mean, between me myself and Google, what could possibly go wrong?!

So if I do some extremely bad “photoshopping” (in Paint, don’t judge) closing up the serving hole could look something like this.


And if I can then talk into/intimidate/bribe the husband, I might be allowed to do something like this.


Ya. All kinds of good that could be. And by the way. This looks SO much better in my head. (The TV will be mounted by the way and the cabinet will go away).

We’ve already gotten used to the new TV placement and it feels like it should’ve been in that spot all along. We’re very happy with it.

Part from moving all the TV junk, the electrician and his cute sidekick (daughter was absolutely smitten by the younger one, very funny), they helped with a few other littlie bits and pieces. I have a list about THIIIIIS long of electrical things that need attention but this time this is what they helped us with.

Daughter got an extra powerpoint in her new room. Yeah… that IS as far as I’ve gotten in there. Shut up.


The toilet space has a massive fan in the ceiling that was connected to the light switch, so when you turned on the light, the fan would crank up. And when I say crank up, I mean CRANK UP. Awesome for night time visits. Not. I couldn’t really see the need for it (previous people were extremely smelly?) so I had electrician disconnect it. Now we can go to the loo without using our iPhone flashlights to see what we’re doing. I’m sadly not joking. Anything to not risk waking the tiny human with a fan with engine noises.


That’s all I have for today. Lots more things in the works currently. Will attempt to keep it real time as much as I can. It’s exhausting and stressful but also so much fun to be able to customise things they way we want things to be. So it suits our life style.

Gosh I love this house.

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TV conundrums

Our tv had the strangest setup. Maybe you wondered why one of our sofas would have its back towards the tv (or maybe you could care less) but I always meant for the tv to be on the wall that is dividing the living and kitchen areas. Except there was no tv connections or antennas on that wall.

The tv junk is divided between two different walls with a door hole in between. ??


So whenever I needed to record anything on the DVD player (which requires the antenna) I had to pull a cable across the door hole, move a toy basket, and hook it up. And turn the DVD player on its side so the cable would even reach.


Granted I don’t record on the DVD player very often but every week I record Better Homes & Gardens for my mum (Hi mum!), burn on DVDs and send across the world for her entertainment. So every Friday evening we have this death trap of a cable suspended mid air about 15 cm off the floor, ready and willing to trip anyone that might forget it’s Friday evening.


How do you like them apples?!

Part from that interesting Friday night situation it just felt like the tv would make more sense on the kitchen wall.

There were a few other electrical bits and pieces that was altered/added/removed. The electrician who did the circuit board for us came out to have a look and …

Update to follow.

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The cubby house situation

I figure the house is equally as much bubba’s as it is ours and that we need to allow for dedicated space for her to play and keep toys in the areas where we spend the most time, and not just in her room.

Ya. Good thinking mum.

It’s gotten slightly out of hand. We currently have no less than three (that’s THREE folks) cubby houses in the living room.

The actual on-purpose cubby. Never mind the blue masking tape. She has a thing for masking tape and tapes everything. EVERYTHING.


The accidental “cubby” (cardboard box) that she claimed from a furniture delivery (dining chairs). (We’re nothing but class and good taste over here).

IMG_9497And the day the new sofa arrived she commandeered me to move the Kivik boxes (still unpacked) in to a formation she declared a cubby, moved her pillows inside the formation and plonked herself down.


Now that the sofa is unpacked, the largest of the boxes is a cubby house (I managed to squirrel away the smaller box for recycling).


Seriously. Who lives like this?!

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Have a seat, whydontcha

We wanted a second sofa when we moved in to the house, and with a long-stay house guest coming soon-ish we really needed to get on it. There’s something about three adults sitting side by side, all facing forward, that feels a bit awkward from a conversational point of view. With two sofas facing each other we can spread out but also have a conversation without straining our necks.

There is of course my birthday present, but as soon as I sit in it the daughter has a spell. She doesn’t use it much but if I sit down in it… the drama is hardly worth it. Right now it just sits there by itself being all pretty by itself. Oh well. I still adore it. Maybe I can use it when she moves out.

I didn’t want the sofas matchy matchy but still needed the two of them to be friends. The AGONY of choosing colour, fabric, and style ended up with me not being able to make any decisions at all. As usual. This has been going on for about three months. Then Sunday night I had a look at the list of things to do before our guest arrives mid-December (remember: awkward neck-straining conversations), and I just surrendered to one website (Ikea if you must know), found two good enough contestants, packed up family in car Monday morning (was public holiday here) for an Ikea-dash and a sofa jumping session and picked this one.

Kivik 2seat IsundaGrey

I didn’t realise how seriously Ikea takes their Flat-Pack policy. The sofa arrived in flat packs!


I LOVE the grey fabric. The fabric is soft but feel durable, the sofa is firm and comfortable and with the armrests being so low it doesn’t take up much visual space, and they also work beautifully for stretching out horizontally. Never mind the toys, please.


I didn’t have time to tidy up the mess by the time I had wrestled the cushions in to the covers so try to look past that for now. A plan is in the works for how to curb that daily chaos. Won’t happen today though so for now pretend everything colourful and plastic is actually invisible.


Funnily enough the fabric on both sofas are very similar to each other, just different colours. Kivik can also be undressed and get a new outfit so if we get bored with this safer colour there’s always the option to go bold for not a lot of dough, which is pretty exciting.


And someone has already claimed her territory. (Maybe now I can get to use my birthday chair?)


Come on over and have a seat, whydontcha!

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We built a pool

One of the things we planned loooong before we even bought a house was to get a pool. When house hunting we mostly looked at houses with pools and some without that had room to get one built. House prices are not affected much by a pool since people are quite divided as to their value. Seems a lot of people think the maintenance far outways the perks. We knew all along however we would get a pool even if the house we bought didn’t already have one installed.

And then we feel in love with, AND bought a house without a pool, and with no room for one.


Introducing the Splash Pool.


Apologies, did you think we actually had one built?

This one IS built. By our own hands. Took all of 30 minutes to get it up and then an additional hour to fill it halfway.

It’s been in use two afternoons so far and is a massive hit with our two youngest family members (that would be our daughter and my husband).


Our property is all sandstone so a future in-ground pool is not too likely to happen unfortunately. For now this is it. At least this sucker can easily fit 4 sitting adults (and if full the water level would go up to armpit level) and we can also stand up straight under the canopy, no hunkering down.

It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I was thinking of becoming a pool owner…

I’m off to eBay some trashy inflatable drink holders. Flamingos anyone?

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Spring time

When we first bought the house we had big plans to attack the landscaping first thing. Back yard, the front and curb appeal. The works. We quickly realised we would be better off “getting to know” the property first. See how it changes with the seasons for a year before we started tearing in to it. Turns out that was a smart plan.


We never would’ve known those uninteresting trees and bushes in front of our house could do this.


At the back of the house there’s a similar flower explosion going on.


We don’t know yet how we’re going to handle that. While we adore the colours and blooms, the backyard isn’t currently working that well for our family and the way we want to utilise it.

Whoever planted this garden must have really loved it. We certainly do, and feel so grateful for having all this prettiness surrounding us every day.

We’ll bring in a landscape designer eventually to help us keep the feel of what has been created here, but make it work for our lifestyle. I wouldn’t have a clue what to do with any of it so we definitely need a professional.

We just bought a slippery slide and a cubby house that both need some room. And we’re about to purchase an outdoors dining set that also need some room. So for now it will be a wee bit crowded out there until we get some people out to help us get organised.


For now we’re still working on the inside. It’s been a very slow progress. Pretty much as soon as I had posted the Two Months recap I got two months of work from an old client who caught me on a day when the housewife/stay-at-home-mum thing felt very challenging and I needed to do something else. It was fun and felt good to do something “different” (it’s been three years since I did some honest work, gasp), but it took up every evening, all weekends and a bit during the day as well the few times bubba cooperated enough to allow me some computer time. Needless to say, there was not a minute left over for any house improvements.

So four months after we moved in we still have an unmade guest room that still houses our daughter. Our daughter’s actual room houses paint cans. A study full of moving boxes. A living room full of toys still yearning for that toy cabinet I wanted to build. Ya, I’ll save you photographic evidence, you get the drift.

The GOOD thing is, we have a house guest coming to stay in December and we simply must get the nursery done so daughter can move in so guest room can be done so bed can be bought so guest can move in, AND, a study to be emptied so study/craft area can be available for Christmas crafting and jibberings and wines etc etc etc. There’s quite a few things more to be done but I’ll spare you the details for now.

Let’s just say we have a very long list of things to fix/primp/purchase in the next nine weeks. So I’d expect to see you back here for some updates during the next few weeks.

There’s simply nothing like a tight deadline and full blown panic to get stuff done.


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This is a love story

About wheels.

I’ve owned two cars. They were both filled to the brim with character. Each other’s polar opposites. And pieces of junk. And I loved both more than one probably should an inanimate object.

My first car was a Ford Taunus 17M 1971 bought for about $200 and that included four new spare tyres.


Yeah that’s me. Pulling hair out of my mouth, awesome. And now it’s on the internet. You’re welcome. It was actually taken on my graduation, hence the hat. And note it’s a photo of a PHOTO. There were no digital cameras back then, not mainstream anyway.

The owner came up to Stockholm in the car, saw something he liked better, bought it, and was left with this wagon of a car and needed someone to just take it off his hands so he could drive back home.

I drove it while I was still in school. The battery would die if I left it connected so I had to disconnect the battery whenever I parked the car, step out between each class, reconnect the battery, rev the engine for a while, disconnect the battery and then go back to class, to be sure the car would start at the end of day. Buy a new battery you say? Yeah we tried that. Didn’t work.

The shift stick was initially just an iron pipe slid on top of the 5 cm stick that was left after it broke a few years earlier. The boyfriend welded a new shift stick for me so it was slightly safer.

The car seat was so low (and had no other settings) I sat on a phone book to even be able to see above the steering wheel. The steering wheel was way wider than my shoulders and made of red bakelite. In winter the steering wheel was so freezing cold it stung my hands and made me loose feeling.

Also, in winter I not only had to scrape the windows on the outside of the car but also on the inside. Aaaah the memories. “Skorpan” was its name, makes no sense in English but the closest it translates to may be “Crusty”. Gosh I loved that car.

One day Skorpan drew its last breath. It was taken to the junk yard. I cried for a whole day and saved the car key. I still have it.

Then came this little beauty. Fiat 500D 1960-something.


That’s my car. It was so cute I died every time I looked at it. Just about. “A love stronger than thousand deaths…” Ya, a poet I am not.

A better picture of a Fiat 500D (same model but not my actual car, and I didn’t have a sunroof). See how the door handle is up front. See the adorableness. That’s a word. Now.


It was deserted in an industrial yard where the boyfriend and I used to take our evening walks and I would see it almost every day, through the seasons, and entirely snowed under in winter without any cover. One day we had enough of seeing that awesome little car so unloved, we managed to track down the business owning the yard and then the owner and he was happy to sell. It was one of the proudest days of my life, owning that piece of junk.

The floor was rusted through so I could see the road when driving. The door hinges were behind the seat rather than by the rearview mirrors so it opened opposite to what you’re used to, suicide doors I believe they called them.

I could get the speed up to 100km/h on the freeway if going downhill. The car would then shake and rattle so badly I always expected nuts and bolts to fly off. I called it “Smulan” (“Crumbs”) because it was so much smaller than Skorpan (“Crusty”).

People would congregate around the car and older generations of people would stop me and tell me stories about their old Fiat 500s. I once had a cortege of Italian motorcyclists all beeping me and waving as they passed me on the freeway. Good times.

I had to leave it behind when I moved countries. I still mourn the loss of that car.

Then today this arrived at my door step.


Number three. It’s got big shoes to fill.



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Another boring and costly progress update

When we had the positive pressure system installed we found out our circuit board was asbestos.


I have a list as long as my arm on electrical things we want to update, a lot of them are new installs which means new breaker switches, which meant drilling holes in the circuit board, which wasn’t possible because it was asbestos. (That black background board is the nasty stuff apparently).


We figured the electrical updates we wanted done were important enough for us to go through the very costly process of having the asbestos removed and a new fancy pants circuit board installed. Sigh. More money spent on stuff you can’t really see.

We were told it’d be a very fancy super sensitive and intelligent top of the line (enough adjectives in there yet?) circuit board and THAT sounded very exciting. The electrician was so excited when he told me about the stuff he could install for us, I was imagining something sci-fi-looking thing like this:


Yeah, I never exagerrate. NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS.

We were going to lose power for the day so bubba and I evacuated to the sister-in-law to stay warm and be able to eat warm food.

When we came back home I basically ran around the house to see what had been done. Blinking lights here I come!


Eeeeh… Where is my chrome and cold blue blinking lights? Oh well, I suppose there’s no reason to exchange what’s “good” so fair enough.

And then I opened the case and found this.

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Womp womp. Quite the anti climax.

I may need to work on my expectations in the future.

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