So I was watching Nick Knowles Original Features on the weekend and the show was about a couple who were doing up a ramshackle ole farmhouse which was really cute. BUT one of the things that struck me deep within my lusty decor heart was a little segment towards the end of the show where they were finishing off the bathroom and they trying to squeeze the bathtub through the bathroom door. Not just any ole bathtub but it was a copper bath!! I’ve never seen one before. It was almost a rounded egg shape. It was SO beautiful. I’m seriously in love with it (but not enough to marry it though…)
Promptly had to google it to see if such a beautiful beast can be found in my fair land, which is not usually the case, and YES! At aptly named copperbathaustralia.com.au hahaha! It’s a different (but equally beautiful) shape than the one on the show and it looks deep enough to get your whole body in for a delicious soak. Isn’t it BEAUTIFUL?!!
(image from copperbathaustralia.com.au)
(image from copperbathaustralia.com.au)
Only thing not so beautiful about it is the price tag 😦 But tis to be expected for something that solid. They also do beautiful basins so I’m seriously considering placating my desire with one of the oval ones instead. hmmm don’t think I’ve said the word beautiful enough have I? *sigh*
(image from copperbathaustralia.com.au)
I love the brand new shininess of them but also love how it patinas. It’s funny because ages ago I wanted a copper roof. I think it was on Grand Designs or something similar that a woman did a round copper roof and the verdigris patina was just lovely. I gave up on that idea because of the cost and heat aspect but a copper basin in my ensuite… I could drool over it every day and it would go with my ensuite colour scheme (which is either grey or light teal/sage). mmm yummy!
(and just FYI – I have nothing to do with copperbathaustralia other than bumping up their site page count with all my drooliness and lustiness)
Insanely inspired by this man’s work right now:
(image pilfered from his site for illustration purposes only – click to enlarge)
Please go visit his site because his work is amazing! I love the dandelion fairies, such a simple but beautiful idea. I really want to get some wire and have a go myself considering he’s in the UK and it would cost a mint to buy and post one. But I reckon I could give it a go sometime after I’ve moved in and my workshop is set up. 10 days to go! Can you believe that… 10!
My brain is fritzing out trying to tell me that there’s so much to do and so little time but really I’m good to go. One teeny setback today is that I can’t put a bullbar on my truck without getting the suspension upgraded and I just frickin well had all the shocks replaced! Hmmm guess that means I have to buy a new truck hahahaha! I had actually considered that before as I need a 4×4 to get up one of the mountains in my place (apparently) so I thought about it. But I will need a bullbar (aka kangaroo bar). Heard on the radio traffic report this morning that someone had hit a kangaroo near my new place so…. crap. Not quite sure what to do about that yet so will have to mull it over for a while.
But other than that I’m just biding my time til the 30th which is the day I’m planning to move. Keys and settlement in the afternoon on the 28th, gonna take a uteload of stuff out of storage and go clean and clear on the 29th then moving in on the 30th 🙂 Oh man I can’t wait… have I mentioned that lately??? ;}
I am a lucky lucky girl! You know how I’ve been gibbering on about my dining table and how I haven’t been able to find something similar on gumtree and woe is me-ing about my expensive taste in stuffs (someone said to me the other day that I have a champagne taste on a beer budget… ain’t that the truth). Weehhelll who’s a lucky gal? oh that would be ME ME ME!! So I found these really cute replica Henry Bertoia barstools that I just couldn’t resist (excellent price and I need barstools) and snapped them up from a lovely lady on Gumtree. I went out at lunch time to get some money as I had to pick the stools up after work and the mall that I went to just happens to have an Early Settler store so I thought I’d juuust pop in and see if I could get an end of financial year stocktake sale bargain (aka a haggle opportunity to get that table price down!).
So I walk in the shop, lusting and slobbering over everything as I go, and start drooling over the table when the sales lady wanders over to see if I could be helped. Oh yes sales lady, yes I surely can. I tell her that I’m interested in the dining table and ask if it’s on sale (which I can clearly see is NOT on sale) and she stops me mid sentence to say “not to sound like a cheesy salesperson but have I got a deal for you!” Cue my heart skipping a beat. She tells me that late yesterday afternoon the exact table I want was put in the clearance section FOR HALF PRICE (!!!!!!!) because it has a crack or something. I barely restrained myself from barging her out of the way and trampling her to a fine pulp in my haste to get over to the clearance section to see what this “crack” is like.
And behold… it was as if the lights dimmed a little and a giant warm yellow spotlight shone on the table. There it was… We had a look around at the table and there is a 4cm long miniscule crack on one end of the oak tabletop AND THAT’S IT!! Nothing a little metal plate underneath and a bit of oak coloured putty won’t fix! HALF PRICE YEAAHHHHH!!!! I didn’t let her finish her sales schpeil and tried not to yell when I blurted out “I’ll take it!”. I may or may not have have glared rabidly like a wild beast protecting her catch at anyone who came near my table… I’ve seem to have conveniently forgotten while I was in my bargain nabbing hazy stupor. So I get my beloved table and only have to pay half and arm and a leg for it. Woohoo!! And bonus awesome replica Henry Bertoia chairs.
So I’m thinking now that I should go buy me a lottery ticket for the lucky 3 trifecta 🙂
Well my brain is positively exploding! I’m going to see the property on Saturday morning and I can’t wait. Can’t concentrate at work, can’t concentrate at home. I feel really restless but that could just be the full moon. I spoke to the bank yesterday and my finance is basically organised. The guy told me to go ahead and make an offer if I wanted to YAY! I’ve been thinking about all the things I want to do to the house. Not that it needs much work mind you, it’s perfectly liveable the way it is (apart from maybe the bedroom carpet which is WILD! This is just a snippet from one of the listing photos).
It’s just the things I want to do to update it and make it MINE. In a way it’s been good that I’ve been daydreaming about building my strawbale house for almost 2 years as I know exactly what I want and I’ve refined those decisions a zillion times. I still wish I could build my strawbale place, particularly for the insulating properties but that’s life eh. The good thing is that most of the things I want to do like the bathrooms and kitchen are things I’ve already done before so that will save me some money. Just need a good electrician and plumber for the fixings.
And have been thinking about outdoors, what I’m going to plant where, what I’m going to build where. Thinking about compost and where I can find a stack of hay/lucerne for free 🙂 My brain is a tornado I tells ya… 1 more day to go 🙂
And PS. I’m not calling you a ho, just makin’ sure ;}
You know what I really like? Haggling. Yep. Haggling. The thrill of the chase, the sweaty angst of getting a bargain and the sense of accomplishment when I’ve managed to knock $50 off the overinflated price thankyouverymuch. You know what I really don’t like? When retailers at an “outlet” store don’t let me haggle. Point blank REFUSE to haggle with me. Although the fact that it’s a retail store never stops me as I’ll usually try to haggle on things like appliances or furniture but that’s beside the point. But this was an “outlet” store which implies that the goods should firstly be at a reduced price compared to a normal retail store and secondly be willing to bloody well haggle. This outlet store complex is not known for it’s bustling crowds of frantic purchasers with fistfuls of cash so I would have thought that they’d be at least willing to come to the party and do the discount disco.
But noooooo! I’ve been on the hunt for a particular type of arm chair for a while (yes yes I’m picky) and I’ve been able to find it in a couple of other shops but not in the colour I want or haven’t been able to order it in the colour I want. So the other weekend (in the shop with the wishbone chair!) I found it, in black, just as I’ve been searching for. Sat in it, it was as comfy as I’d thought. Looked at the price tag, nearly dropped dead of a cardiac, $700!!! for a chair!! in an outlet shop!! So I politely asked if that was the best price they could do on the chair and was met with a terse “we don’t feel the need to discount our items” to which I was utterly gobsmacked and actually lost for words (a rarity for me). She tried to placate me by stating they did offer Lay-by but I told her that the money wasn’t an issue as I could pay her in full now but I just wasn’t prepared to pay $700 for a chair. As lovely and enticing as it was.
Even after this exchange (to which I’d wanted to reply “well bugger off then you hoity toity bish”) she tried to aggressively sell me the chair as I browsed other items in the shop, trying to gracefully exit and barely restraining my intense need to dramatically storm out of the shop swearing never to return. “We do have lay-by…” she’d sing-song at me, “it’ll fit in the truck”… far out lady. If you don’t come to my party and I walk away, take a hint and realise that I’m not coming to yours.
I can’t say I’ve ever had a point blank refusal to even discuss a discount when I’ve tried to haggle and I wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. At least my brain/mouth filter kicked in and I wasn’t escorted from the shop by burly security guards. But really, am I that wrong to expect at least a little discount discussion? A little price wrangling in exchange for my desired and most lusted after goods? Even the outlet centre’s website promises “great stores, great brands, great discounts”. Pffft no discounts here mate. I’m not sure if you’ve ever seen Kath & Kim and seen the skits with Prue and Trude in their “premier homewares store” but that’s what this lady was like (and there was a Trude standing behind the counter too). YouTube it as there are a few skits there if you haven’t seen it.
And the thing that pisses me off the most? The fact that that is the ONLY FARKING STORE that I’ve seen my chair in… even my beloved eBay hasn’t proffered the goods. And I’ve been looking for a good six bloody months. Apart from being bamboozled by her response I wanted to chuck a full on screaming and kicking tanty on the floor and scream “but WHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!” :). I believe in second chances so I’m going to go back and give them one last chance to take my money. But I’ll be walking away with my discounted chair or drowning my sorrows and scouring eBay for the gazillionth time *shakes fist at eBay*.
So I was thinking about that bit of land that was not “THE ONE” and maybe how I could make it “THE ONE”. (and that’s not my aforementioned super sneaky plan btw). A kind friend who understands my
addiction obsession with building my house recently sent me a link to a site about earthships. First I thought she might have been taking the piss and subtly stating that perhaps I needed a tin foil hat but no, it’s a thing. I’m still not entirely sure why it’s got the word ship in it as it’s nothing ship-like at all but I guess it’s a quicker way to describe the thing than “half buried house that is usually fronted by glass” (see no shipness (shipiocity?)).
You know come to think of it I think I’ve seen one of these built out of tyres on Grand Designs (another obsession along with the current season of The Block). It’s basically a house which is sometimes built into a hillside but is made of environmentally friendly or recycled materials and is well insulated and solar passive. It recycles just about everything (water/air) and is generally fronted by a wall of glass which acts as a greenhouse for your veggie plot
Anyway it’s an interesting concept and certainly in line with my whole sustainable, don’t pay the utilities
pirates merchants for services house thing that I’m trying to do. AND I could build it into the side of a hill as that would help with the insulating properties. I really like the idea of the pretty glass bottle walls like the below too (especially the Bombay Sapphire bottles!).
(Plundered from here) soooo pretttttyyyyyy
BUT as much as I like earthships and the concept behind them I can’t help but feel that it’s not what I want. I like to wake up to a lot of light in the house. And if I built it set into the hill then the likely spot for the bedrooms would be at the back… and then I’d almost never wake up because it would be too dark and I’d become Sleeping Beauty without the aid of a prince to wake her up with a kiss. I am, however, considering the use of the glass walls… somewhere, somehow. Not sure if I’ll be able to incorporate it into the house exactly but maybe in the entertainment area outside or something.
Now… for those gin and tonics! cheers to my 40th post 🙂
Surely there’s a website I can go to to find out… one with a poll or multiple choice questionnaire?? Is there therapy for this??? Trawling through the lunchtime blogs today and I came across this lil article:
I was snickering in anticipation as the page loaded up but as I read on I realised this does actually kinda sounds like me in my current state of impatiently-patient-waiting-for-the-right-piece-of-land-so-I-can-build-a-house. The little selection of blogs you see to your right somewhere in the handy widget is but a sprinkling of the interiors blogs I have bookmarked… and sorted into categories, in folders…. which I keep synched between my work and home computers… hmm.
I feel like addiction’s probably too strong a word for it. I’m not jonesin’ for a fix if I don’t get a daily jab of glossy magazine inspiration or wracked with the shakes if haven’t clicked on my top ten fave blog sites for the day. Yes I maaayyy think about the house and what it will look like every 5-23 seconds of the day and get random furniture ideas which make me spring out of bed at 2:45am to search bleary eyed through the interwebs to see if there’s a YouTube tutorial that shows me how I can make it so I can exorcise the thought out of my head. But that’s just an investment in my future home comforts is it not? Hmmmm.
The fact that I was a little miffed at reading the section on “style files” and that I might just have a little folder of magazine cuttings which I intend to put in a “style file” of my own (not to mention this blog which in a way is one giant “style file”) But to say that they’re *GASP* “regularly containing too much information to be meaningful” and that “clients are encouraged to cull (!!!) their images down to two types – those that they really love, and those they really hate” wtfuckery?? I can only cull down my cherished image collection down to “those I really love” and those “
I REALLY REALLY REALLY TRUELY DECLARE MY UNDYING LOVE AND FIRST BORN CHILD FOR” (bold and underlined thankyouverymuch). Hmmmm.
And did I click on ALL of the links at the bottom of the article with anticipated glee at the new styley goodness awaiting my eyeballs?? um yesss… but but but… the writer, how can she write an article on house porn addiction and then FEED the reader’s alleged addiction with SEVENTEEN sugar coated enticing neon lighted linkages. That’s just mean and cruel and unusual punishment. *sigh*
Maybe there’s a smattering of addiction there. I was in a furniture shop on the weekend and discovered that they had wishbone chairs. I’d never seen one in the fleshy flesh. I was doing a little jig around it (no salaaming and claiming I wasn’t worthy, I promise) and pointing them out to my Mum who just looked at me blankly… as did the overly aggressive sales lady. I felt like standing on the seat and yelling at the top of my lungs “but they’re WISHBONE CHAIRS!!! HANS WEGNER???!! a design classic you heathens!” but I just settled for some quiet eye rolling instead.
Addiction feels like such a dirty word, I don’t like it. Addiction, no. Obsession yes 🙂