Refurbishing or procrastination?

Nope, this isn’t a post about writing. No graphic novel. No screenplay. Nope, I’ve travelled into the world of interior design and redid our bathroom and our stairs.

I’d give you all the handy tips and what we did and how we did it and all that jazz, if only I could articulate it in English. I can’t. I don’t think I know the correct words. So I’ll just let the images do most of the talking.

The Bathroom

It looked alright as it was. Apart from the light puke-yellow paint and the slightly dated wood paneling (which you can’t see because I took the photos after we tore it off. See, I’m good at documenting things for an interior design blog. Hire me. Or not.) Behind the paneling, the 80s shone with all its splendor.

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Applying more crowbar.

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The sponge-blue 80s. I was born in a decade of classiness and elegance, no doubt.

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Applying even more crowbar.

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That was it. Job done. Pretty happy with the result. My favourite detail are the tiles above the pipes. You can just about see your reflection in them as you bend down to wash your face straight in the fountain from the pipes. Handy.

My girl though didn’t particularly enjoy that. Said she needed more Zen. So I brought it.

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I thought she’d be happy now, but it turned out she actually wanted a sink as well. Spoiled, eh? I gave her two.

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Finally, I thought. But had to think again. She even wanted a mirror. Again, I gave her two.

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“And she saw that it was good and gave it Zen.”
– Genesis #0

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Turned out pretty lovely and Zen-y, don’t you think?

(Thanks to good help from Stian and Ola Erik. I’m not going to take all the credit!)

 

The Stairs

My scripts were calling from upstairs. Lamentations, abuse. But I had not forsaken them, I just had one more job to do. The stairs.

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Not enough drama. Not enough tension. The stairs needed blackness. Total blackness.

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This is the last time I’m using masking tape while painting. More mess than protection. (Hey, what do you know? A handy tip!)

I had sent my girl and the kids off for a holiday and they were strictly forbidden to return until today. The birthday present remained a surprise, and put a big smile on her face as she walked through the door. Just on the nick of time for the paint to dry and the tape to be removed.

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There’s still a mess after the tape, so I’ll have to go over with some white to blot out the black stains. But that’s after I’ve finished a screenplay or two.

More on those next time.

Have a lovely holiday!

– Magnus

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