It would appear that G and I are grown ups after all, or at least we can sort of play that game...
We are undertaking some renovations, starting with the bathroom, and on Saturday we went out looking at bathroom things.
Heated towel rails.
It's too tedious for words, but I know I will enjoy it when it's all done.
And I do love that look of surprise when we go and perform these grown up duties, as we don't look like the kind of people who own their own home, let alone do renovations, I suppose.
In a certain mood I get a "fuck you, not only do I own my own home, I own it freehold, asshole" kind of attitude ........what, because I don't look or act like a grown up I couldn't possibly hold down a job long enough to do something sensible like buy a house?!
Kiss my ass, you and your preconceptions!
(If you would like to know the story of how we came to own and payoff our house in 12 years, I would be happy enough to tell it)
So there is a certain amount of pleasure despite the agonies of deciding which vanity, what kind of toilet, do we take out the existing window and put in a smaller one, what about tiling ad nauseum.....
And once the bathroom is complete, we can then think about my dream kitchen!
And only then, dammit.
Due to our current house layout having the toilet off the laundry exactly where I want the kitchen to be, it has to be the bathroom first.
I tell you, being a grown up isn't all it's cracked up to be!
Frock-40's, a theatre sale
70's coat and 60's hat-Sarah the sublime
Tights-retail (in Melbourne!)
30's handbag-some website
Earrings-opshopped in Victoria
Necklace-G and his Mama bought it for me in Singapore
Sunglasses-Catch a Thief
Belt-Vix the delicious
Brooch-Curtise the Bod