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It’s not only the Gallery Hanging System in the hallway making me happy, it’s also the Gallery Hanging System in my office!!!! Yep: my office now has a bad case of the Gallery Hanging Systems AND THIS IS ONE THING I DON’T NEED TO VACCINATE FOR.

Gallery inspiring productive prettiness.

I chose my hallway (hello to hanging my amazing Miik Green’s) and my office as the first two rooms to receive the glory of the Gallery Hanging System. And it’s a decision making me very happy.

FYI: phase two will be: bedroom, lounge room; phase 3 will be studio and part of the other side of hallway…I dread to think how many drillbits DIY Dad will go through (one reason why this project is being approached in stages.)

Gallery on the facing wall.

Most of this artwork is actually my own work, so I don’t get to #humblebrag and #namedrop an amazing artist, I just get to #humblebrag that this is mostly me 😉

This is what I see when I look in the doorway of my office, and it makes me happy.

From the top left: You have a drawing of my mum (study for a larger painting I still need to do for my sister…it’s only about 7 years late), a painting by my mum and framed in an ornate plaster frame by my uncle (sadly the frame was damaged when the painting fell off a wall – we don’t talk about that, it still hurts – so I need to get it reframed e.x.a.c.t.l.y. t.h.e. S.A.M.E. or else) and the rest is me again.

How could you not be happy with this view?

On the other side, from the top left: that’s me, then a still life donated to my by my aunt Denny, then a painting donated to me by one of my workmates (we’ll call her Isabella’s mum)…it was Isabella’s mum’s mum’s if I recall correctly, and then the rest is me again. Fun fact: the bouganvillea cuttings I painted in the bottom right and on the opposite wall, were from my aunt’s garden #itsallconnected

Making me happy (in spite of the awful damage to the amazing plaster frame that still makes me sad)

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You know I’ve wanted a gallery hanging system in my house since 2012. Technically, I’ve wanted it since 2009 but I made it official by telling you that I wanted it in 2012. [I do like to workshop things before I commit in case they are passing fancy (cough…peacock blue coloured hallway), or I find a more practical/economical/suitable solution (cough…felt storage boxes as inserts for my expedits instead of costly expensive milk crate decalled plywood boxes shipped from Europe)].

And now, in 2019, I’ve broken the seal and bought the first set of lengths of the system and begun populating my walls with gallery hanging system and then artworks hanging from the aforesaid system. First room off the rank, is the hallway where I’ve finally hung two massive Miik Green paintings. Miik is a contemporary Western Australian artist (and friend) who does both paintings and sculptures, very amazing!

Looking down the gallery Miik Greens into the living room

Miik’s paintings draw from cell-staining techniques and biological pigmentation, where colour can define abnormalities or infection. He injects, drags and extracts liquid materials, pigments and chemicals, and the paintings evolve and develop as the materials and mediums used interact with each other.

I’m a fancy art owner now. Like a grown up.

Miik finishes his paintings with a hardened, highly reflective skin so any photograph of his paintings is also a photograph of reflections. Super amazing.

I’m quite enjoying seeing parts of my house reflected back at me, although it has made it challenging to take pics of only the works, especially given their placement in my hallway means I’ll always take the pic on an angle.

Much reflection, many book. Such artwork.

Just glorious. SUPER massive props to DIY Dad who did the drilling and fixing of the points into the wall so we could fasten the rail to it.

DIY Dad’s efforts were not without challenges: we went through 3 drill bits thanks to the occasionally super hard bricks in my house; and 3 different sizes of wall plugs thanks to the occasionally super soft bricks in my house; and had to discuss our different appreciations of levels (DIY Dad = use a level, DIY Daughter: follow the cornice so it looks good, I can level the paintings.)

Reflection of a bekvan stool in a Miik Green.

3 drill bits, 3 sizes of wall plugs, 1 trip to bunnings, 1 trip to DIY Dad’s house to collect a couple of important things he’d forgotten, a brief stop for Yum Cha et voila!

The hallway is not completely done: there’s another section where I can put the hanging system but that’s not as urgent as getting Miik’s beautiful works on the wall. So 75% of the work is done, but there’s 25% to do when budget and DIY Dad time permits me to continue the progress in the hallway.

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Frankly, if I thought 2017 threw me some curveballs, 2018 and 2019 threw and are throwing even more!

Early 2019 books to read pile: I now only have 2 of the books left to read.

I’ll be travelling to USA and Mexico this year, because my sister is getting married in Mexico this year, and I’m the bridesmaid. Plus while we’re over there, DIY Dad and I will be doing a road trip across the USA. That’s going to be both fun, and funny. At the same time.

So this year, I’ve had to strip back my houseolutions to the bare minimum, because I got sh*t to do this year. And not a lot of it house-related.

2019 Houseolutions

  • Travel (not actually a houseolution)
  • Study (also not actually a houseolution)
  • Gallery hanging system: I can’t wait anymore, I want some paintings hanging on my walls instead of just leaning against them…and I don’t care what else has to go on hold while I do that. (The important part of the hallway is done, and the office is done.)

Bonus:

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Although I may have finished the restoring the MCM daybed project, it hadn’t quite finished with me.

After we put the daybed against the wall at GreenHead, and propped some of DIY Dad’s lairy cushions on it…we realised it needed a little something, something, something.

It just needs…a something.

A little something like a bolster to lie its length.

Luckily I had enough fabric and piping to make a cover, once a suitably proportioned bolster was sourced (and here I’d like to thank eBay in all its glory, and also myself for my magical ability to use eBay to find things. So many things.)

To be frank: if I had ended up keeping the daybed at my house, there would have been a bolster (…and no lairy cushions), so I actually got to execute the restoration as I had envisioned (because envisioning is my jam, you know).

DIY Dad took his bolster up to GreenHead this weekend and sent me pics on request…I have to warn you that I haven’t quite finished impressing on DIY Dad the importance of the jzuzz. But he tried.

He really tried:

It just needs a little…jzuzz (translation: straighten the mattress cover, centre the bolster, take another photograph).

I had to ask for a lairy pillow free photo (above), because the first pics he sent me had the lairy pillows hiding most of the bolster:

Also in need of a jzuzz (translation: straighten the mattress cover, put the lairy cushions on diagonally…or if you want them square then make them more symmetrical and give them the karate chop on the top like the good interior design shows do).

He tries…he took these pics for me before he’d even taken the dust covers on the couch:

We’re so civilised, we have dust covers at our beachhouse…

…what you may not realise, is that dustcover is this quiltcover (it got holes in it…so had to be retired).

 

 

 

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Just linen around

#Smugcatlyfe

The holidays weren’t just about drapery for DIY Dad, I managed to purchase a linen bedspread in my favourite green. Turns out: also The Ginger Menace’s favourite green.

Reflections and creases (well: l.i.n.e.n. d’uh).

It looks pretty and replaces the green “floral/branch” one which sadly developed holes, and is now having a second life as a dustcover at DIY Dad’s beachhouse. Look for it in cameos in future posts.

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This post 2 months late, no biggie…

White, tin and wood themed styleMAS tree

I took these photos in early December, but just didn’t get around to writing the post for a number of reasons: 2018 was a big year for me.

Why? Well let me unpack how big it was for me…I am still trying to process it myself.

I started studying late January 2018, while still sorting out being burgled in late 2017 (that situation didn’t get fully resolved until early March 2018). So there’s that.

I studied two modules that overlapped by a month in April/May, so I could apply for a Masters at mid-year (which I was accepted into). So I swung from the modules, to applying for a new course, to studying again. And of course I decided to do a second year unit in my first semester of the Masters #nobiggie!

My exam was 2 days before my birthday in November, the results didn’t come out until the 11 December so I didn’t completely wind down from that aspect until the grades were up (got a High Distinction so it paid off!).

Moody lighting

The study load alone would have been tiring, but we went through change management at work too.

If you’ve been through one, you know how shite they are for months on end. That’s months and months and months of stress, speculation, the anti-climax of the announcement, followed by the drag of waiting for the changeover date…and then months and months and months as new hires and new teams storm, form, norm and perform (and that’s still going on).

And while there appears to be a fantasy that change management can be smooth, easy, not stressful and transparent, the reality is it’s about change, people’s livelihoods, and change. And that is always stressful: whether you have the stress or whether you are surrounded by others who are stressing, speculating, second guessing. And then there are the people who are impacted, really impacted by the change. People who you know and work with for many years. It’s a tough time on so many levels, and that suck is part of the ugly nature of organisational change…

So yes: 2018 was a big year. On many fronts.

Dark reflections

And then on top of that, my sister announced the date and location for her wedding: so I knew I would be travelling in early 2019. That threw a wonderful spanner in the works in terms of house stuff for 2018-19, study in 2019 and meant other things to prepare for. Delightful, wonderful spanner, but a spanner in all my finely laid plans nonetheless.

Make no mistake, it’s going to be great: DIY Dad and I will be travelling over, celebrating with friends and family in an all inclusive resort and then doing a road trip afterwards.

Meanwhile planning and logisticating for the epic trip in early 2019 meant much time in between study, shite and stuff has been spent planning the itinerary, destinations and logistics for the upcoming holiday. Also planning menu items: I plan to eat my way across the USA, eating all the regional foods. And maybe see some sights…in between courses.

Well lit

On top of that, I was still on planning duties for DIY Dad’s epic home renovation. ARGH. If my lunch breaks weren’t full of study, or trip planning, then they were full of Ikea kitchen, bathroom and laundry planner and planning. I was even tempted to add Expert at Ikea Kitchen Planning to my resume: I did it that much.

Across 2017-2018, I have tried every online planning tool there is, and then had to jig, and rejig designs as DIY Dad confirmed measurements, requirements, preferences and then selectively listened to counsel about important features for kitchens, bathrooms and laundries which he then turned into some naively optimistic demands that could not be facilitated in the space he had, on the budget he had or with the design constraints he himself had put in place.

If you have ever wondered where I get my Veruca Salt level demandingness, wonder no more. DIY Dad gives Veruca and me a run for our money (something that not only impacted kitchen, bathroom and laundry planning but has also impacted Daddy-Daughter road trip and itinerary planning as well).

You can thank me for the fact that there is a place inside DIY Dad’s house where you can fill a bucket for a mop, wash a cat litter bowl and soak clothes…that isn’t the kitchen sink. You can thank me for planning a laundry that meant he had to get rid of his twin tub washing machine and upgrade to a front loading washing machine. You can thank me for the ample amount of bathroom, kitchen and laundry storage (DIY Dad has so much storage he does not know what to do with it, but for everyone else there is an ample and satisfying amount). You can thank me for introducing him to 4 switch light switches, over trying to have 4 separate light switches on one wall. Yes: thank me.

Last belated pic

I even hit my holidays running: going up to the beach house with DIY Dad to drop off the day bed, making curtains for DIY Dad and cleaning and jzuzzing his house, having sleepovers and making cheese, testing out blancmange and junket recipes (long term goal, tell you about it later), plus reorganising, gardening, and doing all those annual jobs and stuff around the house in preparation for the big trip plus getting the flu…and then recovering from the flu (still not 100%  yet). YIKES.

So I have been a bit slow on posting, and I probably will be for a little while as I catch up and think about what else I want 2019 to have in store for me…

 

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I’ve always wanted to write that sentence on this blog: and it’s curtains for DIY Dad. And it is literally: curtains for DIY Dad.

Some people travel on their holidays, some catch up on things to do around their house, some watch eleventy billion hours of netflix…and at least one person will make curtains for their Dad. 24 metres of curtains. That’s right: 24 metres of curtains. Yes, dear reader, that IS a lot of curtain. It is a shedload of curtain, a metric fuck-tonne of drapery, a herculean holiday task…one that I decided from start to finish it was only going to take me 5 days.

This herculean and expedited task involved wrangling 8 metres of 280cm wide blockout lining, 18 metres of 150cm wide curtain fabric and 5 metres of 280cm wide curtain fabric to turn them into 24 metres of tab-topped curtains for 4 windows. Not that I am counting, or anything. And I pretty much did it: started them on Thursday afternoon and (mostly) finished them on Monday (there was one tiny piece of facing I sewed the next morning). So I feel like a bit of a hero, actually.

The backstory to this epic sewing task is: DIY Dad is reaching the final stages of doing up his house. And part of those final stages has been the gentle realisation (thanks to many firm suggestions on many fronts) that matchstick blinds and 2 saris do not a window treatment make. They don’t make a window treatment if you are seeking privacy, and they don’t make a window treatment if you’re seeking to block the sun out and they certainly don’t make a window treatment if you’re in a 100+ year old weatherboard workers cottage which needs all the insulation help it can get:

Not actually a window treatment, unless you’re living in a share house in the 80s or 90s…and even then.

For the record: matchstick blind and sari thing is actually all my fault: I decided it was cool in the 90s and did it in my bedroom…and then DIY Dad wanted to do it in every other room in his house.

Clearly sari-over-matchstick-blinds was a design decision that appealed to his patchouli-scented, indian bazaar maxi wrap skirt wearing, doc martens owning and Smashing Pumpkins listening nineties uni student self. The nineties are alive and not only living in Portland, they’re also living in DIY Dadland.

These saris have been hanging up there since about 1997-98, for the record. The original vintage sari I used in my room disintegrated about 15 years ago…

Something needed to be done, and not just in his bedroom (the photos above), but also in the guest bedroom where these curtains were hanging when DIY Dad purchased the house…and they were old then (the blinds are slightly newer…if you remember that everything 90s has come back around and is new again):

What super villain puts window length drop curtains in a room that has 12 feet high ceilings? ARGH.

And then in the loungeroom, DIY had replaced the disintegrating vintage silk sari with some hand-me-down curtains that one of his lady friends gave him to address his lack of curtains (nice curtains, not really to the style of the house AND WHAT SUPER VILLAIN PUTS WINDOW LENGTH CURTAINS IN A ROOM THAT HAS 12 FEET HIGH CEILINGS!?!), so that’s two layers of sheer if you count the matchstick blinds:

For the record: the matchstick blinds don’t have long to live…

And then in my old bedroom, some more ill-fitting matchstick blinds (my old bedroom is the junk repository at the moment, hence the broken chair and eskie in the shot):

Privacy: who needs it when you’re in weatherboard cottages this close together?

Luckily the firm commentary about drapery and curtains from MANY sources made an impact, so DIY Dad and I went on a daddy-daughter haberdashery expedition, where we purchased 8 metres of 280cm wide blockout lining, 18 metres of 150cm wide curtain fabric (I had to order the living room fabric from the UK):

It looks a lot smaller when it’s folded.

And then I had to do planning, lots and lots of planning involving consulting several sewing and interior design bibles (including the 1985 Laura Ashley Book of Home Decorating, which my aunt gave me along with her retro cookbooks):

Luckily I had a good project manager

And then I had to scribble a bunch of calculations for hems, widths vs lining widths, tab calculations (width, count and distance between…#headexplodingemoji). It was analogue Mission Impossible level planning:

The only reason I didn’t have post its stuck all over my house…I WAS OUT OF POST ITS

Srs planning: for each room and each set of curtains because each of the windows and curtain rod measurements were not quite the same:

Many calculate, much plan.

The project manager was concerned about the complexity of the job and the timeline allowed for it:

Concerned and bitey project manager.

Thanks to some amazing tips from the peeps at Homecraft, I managed to eke out double layers of curtain lining for 3 of the 4 rooms…the 3 where the weight of the curtain fabric was lighter. That’s going to be good when the cold hits the weatherboard in winter:

I turned my lounge room, dining room and kitchen into a curtain production line…

First curtains finished, marimekko-esque canvas ones for my old bedroom. I actually thought the curtain colour choices would help mute the level of yellow paint DIY Dad has applied to every room of his house. Fun fact, it didn’t and in fact the yellow is reflecting off the curtains…

Pretty epic curtain drop (I’m going to hem all the curtains once they’ve hung for a while and settled)

I had enough canvas fabric left over to make both DIY Dad and the project manager some cushions. The project manager decided he liked his newly reupholstered throne:

Every day he’s supervising.

Then it was onto the guest bedroom:

That light duck egg blue is not making a dent in the yellow…time to cover it with artwork.

At about this time I realised DIY Dad’s house had not been dusted, polished or cleaned since I last did it…in 2016 when my sister visited. So I added another holiday job to the list: cleaning and jzuzzing DIY Dad’s house. The photo below is pre-cleaning and it’s been colour corrected to show the colour of the curtains:

It’s a shame the yellow walls aren’t this washed out.

At this point, you might be asking why DIY Dad has a thing for yellow walls? Turns out: along with the sari-over-matchstick-blinds-for-window-treatments, that’s also my fault.

Yep: my fault….In 2007 DIY Dad and I went to the UK to see my sister (she lives there) and as part of that trip I dragged them across the channel for 5 days in Paris. Because DIY Dad likes Monet’s paintings (as do I), I thought it would be a great idea to visit Monet’s house and garden in Giverny.

And it was a great idea: amazing, amazing, amazing.

An amazing idea, but for one thing: Monet painted his dining room yellow. And boy did that make an impression with DIY Dad: he liked that. He liked that a lot.

He liked it so much he’s so far painted the inside of two houses: yellow. Every single room inside those two houses: yellow. For the record: Monet only painted ONE room of his house yellow (along with the dining table, chairs, credenzas and more) and he covered up a lot of the walls with artwork and the colour scheme for Monet’s kitchen is BLUE, but those are minor details and when DIY Dad picks a colour…he really PICKS a colour.

So yep: that’s also all my fault. Unintended consequences. BRILLIANT.

Getting back to curtains, the last set to be made in my 5 days of intense curtaining (and cleaning), were the ones for DIY Dad’s bedroom (to replace the mismatched saris):

Pre-cleaning…and the yellow just bounces of everything.

The curtains really are a lot whiter than they look in the photos (thank you so much Monet, thank you so much 2007 me):

Much pigment, many eyeburns.

Then I had to wait for the living room fabric to arrive from the UK (and for time in my schedule to finish the herculean epic). The fabric for the living room curtains gave me the most joy:

Welcome to the jungle…

At this point, I had cleaned all the house and jzuzzed (just ignore the tiled platform in the living room…that’s a battle I will fight another day):

Curtains by big sister, cat cushions by little sister…

And I had fabric left over from this, so I made DIY Dad a runner for his kitchen/dining buffet (and did a bit of cleaning and reorganising as well):

Nana and Grandma’s crockery takes a bow

And placemats for his dining table (trying to ween him off terrible tablecloths):

I got to put the placemats down, then I had to put everything back on the table…

And I even had enough fabric to make placemats for myself #winning.

Now that I’ve recounted my epic task, I am feeling a bit tired…I think it’s time for some downtime chez moi:

Project manager MIA

 

 

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