Yep, tis the season to get out ones hammer after a few bubblys and smack a hole in the wall!
Makes me feel so butch!
I'd been over the road at our neighbour Whina's watching some flax weaving and chatting about Japanese swords with Whina's hubby for a couple of hours.
I think the sword talk got me frisky.
G graciously handed me the hammer on my return, as he's ripped off the other side of the wall now.....and I got to make the break through bash!
G has been beavering away in the most manly fashion, working on getting that wall down.....it's proved to be a bigger mission than we initially expected.
Why o why is that always the way?!
Under the jib board in my room G found the original exterior of the house!
And there had been a fire at some point in its history, hence the dark patch!
On the left is what we think may have been the original back door, only the surround doesn't seem as old as the rest, so either it got reframed, or was actually added later.
Our house was built in 1924, I think.
G found some newspaper in the cavity which dates the last bit of work done to 1985.
I wish he'd found some 1922 newspaper!
I wore a 70's caftan-esque opshopped frock with lashings of heavy jewellery and some wedges I got off Trade Me.
A girl needs to be comfy when weilding a hammer.
And then we popped off down the road to stock up on vodka and listen to our liquor store lady have a bit of a political rant.
We then spent the evening watching Kill Bill Vol I and II; haven't watched it in a while, I freaking LOVE it!
I'm pretty sure Tarantino is the second coming.