Did we get anything done?

In our digger-problem-ridden Saturday, we did actually get a few things done. Thank goodness!

I finally got to the very important task of making a sign to display that we're owner builders using some stencils, the back of the sign that the real estate agent never bothered to collect after we settled on the property, and some black spray paint.

Not wanting to be left out of the opportunity to spread black paint around, Daniel got to work painting sticky black tar on the bottom ends of our steel posts to protect them when they're concreted and buried in the ground (eventually).

First though, we had to number them to make sure they would all go in the right places.

And we had to invest $175 at Bunnings to get a giant bucket of bitumen paint. Is it wrong that I think it looks really tasty on film?

And then Daniel got to work.

 

With all of the digger problems (see here), I was really disappointed to be wasting so much valuable noise-making time, so we spent a few hours amongst it all sanding the walls in the master bedroom in preparation for painting them. Not a huge priority, but it would be nice to have a few rooms painted before we move all of our stuff back in again. And since we couldn't make noise digging holes, we had to find another power tool to use!

My weapon of choice:

Daniel's weapon of choice. Maybe this just means that he innately loves ironing.

Allie's best 'you just woke me up!' face:

The room in progress.

 That giant yellow ladder-looking thing is scaffolding. It's fantastic, particularly in a room where the ceilings are 3.2m high! We managed to get it for $300 off Ebay, which Tom tells me is an awesome deal. Not cheap, but definitely helpful. I'm sure it will pay itself off well and truly with all the painting and sanding we need to do.

It also has really great easy-to-use locking things on its feet, so I didn't send it scooting across the floor while standing on it reaching for the corners.

The nicely sanded window seat in the master bedroom. I've got grand plans for it.

 

The inside leaves a lot to be desired. I'll get to that eventually. At least there are no dead possums in there (see here and here for that).

And thus ends a Saturday we would probably all happily forget. We've got a few nice quiet tasks lined up for tomorrow, so stay tuned for more antics. Hopefully less drama.

Love, Bec