We’re thrilled to have Nicki Edwards guest blogging with us today. Welcome back, Nicki!
Thanks for having me on the blog today.
It’s been a hectic three months in my little world. Apart from starting a new job in ICU at a brand new hospital (Google Epworth Geelong – it’s like a hotel!), we bought a house! A fixer upper. A dark, 1970’s era, Spanish?-themed house with lots of internal bricks and dark timberwork. A home in desperate need of a renovation rescue.
After settlement, prior to moving in, I spent the next four weeks renovating it (along with a team of awesome ‘tradies’) and the result is a sun-filled dream home.
Anyone who has ever renovated a house (I am a first timer) will tell you that things tend to snowball once you get started. For example, I wasn’t going to paint the entire house, yet I did. I wasn’t going to replace all the old door handles and door knobs, yet I did. I wasn’t going to replace the old curtains, yet I did. The list goes on …
The best thing we did was remove some load bearing brick walls and replace them with an eight metre steel beam in the roof. Best money I’ve ever spent although at the time I almost needed resuscitating when the engineer’s bill came in!
I say “I” because my DH, whom I adore, is best kept away from anything technical, mechanical or construction-related. Put it this way, he once broke a light bulb while screwing it in! He visited the building site regularly, purchased coffee for everyone and generally admired all my hard work. (He also picked up the slack at home, cooking, cleaning and getting kids where they needed to be.)
In the final week, I felt like I was on an episode of The Block, which is an Australian TV show where couples renovate entire houses or apartments room by room week by week for a chance to win the prize at the end. I kept waiting for someone to walk in, blow a whistle and call out “tools down”. We certainly cut it fine with the plumber still here at 4pm on moving day making sure I had hot water. Thank god for plumbers. That moving day shower was the best!
There were a few minor hiccups along the way, two potential big disasters (both averted) and a few tears. One day I painted all day, did night duty at the hospital, then returned to the house and painted again all day. To say I was wiped is an understatement. My poor builder wore the brunt of my exhaustion and tears that day. Lucky I’ve known him since he was a ten year old kid and he treats me like his Mum!
It was hard work, but we have a modern home we all adore. And sh, don’t tell hubby, I’d do it all again tomorrow.
So apart from the fact I can now add builder’s apprentice to my resume, I have wonderful new fodder for my next book. Yes, in an author’s world, everything is research, and I therefore promise a tradie or two and a home renovation in my next book!
Here’s some before and after photos in case you’re, like me, fascinated with home renovations shows. Can someone please say #chipandjo?