We’ve now had the keys for two-and-a-half weeks, and it’s been a busy time, let me tell you! After finally completing on the Monday, we gave ourselves a day to breathe after the hectic moving weekend then got stuck straight in on the Tuesday – I say we, I mean the hubby, his dad and his friend. Between them, they managed to completely strip all the walls, floors and ceilings of the decades of wallpaper, carpet and lino, plus those glorious polystyrene tiles. Continue reading “Getting stuck in…”
We’re lucky insomuch that our previous kitchen was really nothing to write home about. It’s the only room we didn’t ever touch – bar a lick of paint in preparation for selling – and it was on our to-do list for years. It’s wasn’t huge and the units were about 20 years old so had definitely seen better days, plus I’d been been living with a cooker where only two hob rings out of four work and a far-too-small integrated fridge which is prone to puddling water in the bottom. Continue reading “Making the most of a tiny kitchen…”
They say moving house is one of the most stressful life experiences there is, and if the past few weeks are anything to go by, I concur. Our sale has gone pretty much without a hitch, but we’ve been hit time and time again with problems with the cottage – so much so that we really thought we’d have to drop out not once, but twice. Continue reading “And we’re off…”
So now this crazy idea of a house project is creeping closer to becoming a reality, the enormity of what we’ve taken on is starting to sink in. As far as I’m concerned, the house is definitely not habitable in its current state. No way, no how, no chance.
Which means we won’t be able to move in straight away. Not least of all because it needs a full rewire and central heating system installed first. Those are the very first jobs, and the plan is to get the electrician and the gas fitters in as soon as we have the keys. Continue reading “The first steps…”
We weren’t actually looking to move house. We’d been in our three-bedroom terrace for the past eight years (or rather, I’ve been there for eight years – Paul has lived there on and off since he was a baby as it was his parents’ house before ours) and while we knew it wasn’t our ‘forever’ home, we were in no rush to find somewhere else.
We always said that if the right thing came up we’d go for it, but we wouldn’t go looking – I never would have imagined that the ‘right’ house would be an absolute wreck of a project, right next door to the in-laws…
Just in case you’re wondering (and you didn’t make it to the ‘About’ tab up there!) I’m Amy, a 30-something mum of a totally adorable, cheeky, funny and crazy two-year-old boy called Ted. Me and my husband Paul have just bought a beautiful – but totally dilapidated – Victorian school cottage and this is the story of our journey to create our dream family home, all while navigating the choppy waters of parenthood. Why not take a nosey around to see what we’ve been up to?
“Give them roots so they always know where home is;
Give them wings so they can soar.”