What do you do when your chopping boards are a bit grim and need replacing? You make a side table, naturally.
It all started with a vision. A vision to create something beautiful and avoid going to the recycling station. I was envisioning a win-win scenario whereby I could let flow my creative juices, make something out of, let face it, junk and save the environment by not throwing perfectly good wooden IKEA chopping boards away.
It has been quite a while since I shared an update of our house renovations. The last time I wrote about what we got up to we started with the cement floor in the cellar. Since then, my parents have removed an asbestos pipe and put in a new waste water pipe, removed a concrete pillar and replaced it with a wooden pillar, added a water connection and continued with the concrete floor until the beginning of the staircase to the upper floor.
I was going to write about Call Me by Your Name (go read the book, it’s beautifully written. Then watch the movie), but I have something else that I need to get off my chest. It is by no means more important than discussing the contents of the aforementioned book and movie, but it’s taking up my mind as of this morning more so than what I’ve read through the past month.
I think the video below says it all really. Two days of work trimmed down to four minutes. “If only it were so quick” my mum would say.
The last update I wrote about our house renovation in the south of France was when we finished building a wall.
In the meantime, with the help of our globe-trotting family, that wall has reached many more floors and is in fact done.
Yes, it’s done. It’s standing (still, as far as I know) and it is a beautiful wall.
When I say we built it, I mean, everyone contributed, but my mum actually put it together. So she definitely deserves all the hand and back massages in the world. Also, it’s her first wall and I think, there are a few more to come. Not just in this house, but likely also for one of her many other projects. I make her sound like a wall-building machine (I mean, she is. I’m amazed!), but she also needed a well deserved break in between lifting bricks (13kg each) and jamming mortar in gaps.