awesome, eh?

woo! :-D

it is very awesome.

we’re very mostly unpacked (although we again have a single room full of “let’s sort that bit out later” junk), but lots of things aren’t in quite the right place. we’ve plonked everything down in an “okay for now” spot so that we can live here and be happy. bookcases slightly too wide for the slot, couch not in quite the right spot for maximum fireplace sit-and-watch-age, that kind of thing. but we are happy :-) .

so, some quick pics:

L to R: cool morning light in the kitchen; dining room; more kitchen light.

L to R: lounge from the kitchen, with parfait and meep and sproing; Shower of Doom; entrance hall.

Bonus material: sign used to ward off builders before the cats were allowed to roam the house.

We released the cats out into the house a week or so ago, and let them outside yesterday.
Followed them around for a bit, then left them to their own devices.
About ten minutes later we hear plaintive mewing from sproing.
We locate the sound over the back wall.
I get a ladder, climb to the top, and make cat noises.
Sproing then jumps up onto wall and says hello.
He forgot to take his GPS with him, obviously, and got losted (not trapped, as we feared).
Feline overlords, eh? *shrug*

Fast, friendly, intelligent.

Picked them up via a recommendation from H of H&R.

So now the house has all our stuff in it.

L to R: study, lounge, dining room.

We may rearrange some of this… :-D

Things we can’t do in the house right now include: shower (inside, anyway) / bath; wash clothes; cook food.

We can: refridgerate stuff (in the entrance hall at the moment); sleep (bed is in); wear clothes (we unpacked into the cupboards).

Since the can’ts are fairly substantinal, we are kindly being allowed to crash at Casa Evil (thanks EL! thanks Doc!) for the week while the builder bods make it a house of can.

On Monday morning, I’m seeing the letting agents at the old house to the do the final-inspection-give-us-our-fucking-deposit-back thing. We shall see how that goes…

Parfait is at the old house right now, fixing bits of the walls. Tomorrow we go there and paint.

Sploosh!

ceiling above the dining area – cool but complicated;
the big door – wide;
the pipes that jeremy built – re-use-y.

self portrait with the kitchen sink.

to the left, to the left: the red tiles that soon will cover all the wood pictured here.
to the right, to the right: stool sample, inverted.

fireplace – now white – woo!

( i even managed to sneakily sneak in a sneaky shot of the doors again :-) )

after what feels like ages – kitchen doors! with glass, even.
(the carpenter had health-related problems, hence the delay.)
we like them. they look ace.

some spot light action (tiltage of all lights to follow):
kitchen (pictured: future home of cooker and bench things);
lounge (scaffolding: to be spray-painted gold and accessorised with tiny disco balls, obv.);
study (parfait: seen here herding the rowdy paint tins. they go a bit mental after hours…).

observe the reading spot light spot thing spot in the bay window. spot.
groovy.

that sinky feeling in the kitchen and the bathroom (tiles to be tiled on top in tip top time).

it’s getting along, eh?
eh?
EH?

Found a shadow monster in the garden…

grah!

Jo swimming in the pool, now roofless braai area at the back; smashed corner (woot!), we can haz open plan; much lighter bedroom (now that the cupboards are painted white).

And, finally, obligatory rubble-in-driveway shot.

Enlarged kitchen.

Dugged garden. Now with mountain (and skanky block of flats) view!

Brick! Wall! Z! Cool Japanese Shoji doors to follow… (much later)

Braai area. Blueish.