A few days ago, my husband started the last of our home renovation projects : re-tiling the bathroom.
It was very satisfying watching him pull off the crusty black tiles, the shoddy vanity, the mouldy shower screen, and all the taps and spouts. But our bathroom is a bloody construction site now. Dust covers the floor, cement chunks are everywhere, bricks crumbling off the walls, pipes dripping, and strange olive green & pink paint exposes the true colour trends of the 50’s.
He left the bathtub in. Bless him. So at least we didn’t have to hose ourselves down in the backyard each evening.
Now, most girls I know just LOVE baths. Meh. I’m not crazy about them. They’re ok. They’re a bit of a hassle. Who knows how a girl is supposed to wash her hair in a tub full of dirty water. In fact, after 4 days of swirling around in my own grime… I doubt I’m very clean at all.
The most disturbing thing about all this, is the fact that I have to brush my teeth over our kitchen sink. And my apricot exfoliating facial scrub sits above the sink next to my Morning Fresh dishwashing detergent. It’s so weird.
Perth has seen a FLOOD of reality renovation tv shows. Renovating a shit-hole house seems to be cool and trendy now. And everyone I meet is talking about how they dream of ‘buying an old house to do it up’. Despite all the creative + money saving arguments for the idea, I reckon it’s all just shit. I’d rather go on holiday and pay someone else to do it.