W.I.P.

It has been busy busy out the back this week, with progress on the garage studio ramping up to a cracking pace.   Yesterday was insane, with the cabinet maker spitting the dummy when the plasterers got in his way, who we needed there so the tiler could come next week.   I've decided the real skill in building is largely in scheduling a bunch of uppity men and their egos.

The glass went in today, exciting, so felt like the right time for an update post.

Sitting on the corner of two laneways, there's easy access which puts a smile on the tradies faces.  Can't wait for the round window to go in, which we salvaged about ten years ago from an old power station in the UK.  

This is the rear/side view, sliding doors.  The garage space is quickly morphing from somewhere to put cars, to be a general games-room-hang-out-space.  Great, except now I'll need to find somewhere else to park the car.

 

We've had these salvaged ship's doors for years, which go on the loo and shower room.  The Ikea kitchen was fitted this week, now shrouded in cardboard while a bunch of clumsy blokes bang around her for another month.  (Did I mention I've been to Ikea three times this week?  And that's a week that included a public holiday.  I kid you not.)

This long thin window looks out through the Jacaranda tree.

Upstairs, still lots to do here.

 Downstairs the guys fitting the sliding glass doors.  Note the lovely sanded concrete floor,
which was a weekend of hard work for us.

This bit felt like an episode of Grand Designs.  One pane of glass, three men, a huge sigh of relief.

Of course husband has gone quite OTT with the details for which is swiftly turning into a mancave to beat all mancaves.   Once finished, the plan is that we will all move in and live here (partitions downstairs to make some bedrooms) while we take the back off the old house and extend it.  If there's any money left, that is.