I am learning a great many things as a first time renovator. As prepared as I tried to be and as much chaos as I'd imagined it might cause... the reality has been so much messier than I could have envisioned. Living without a kitchen is stressful, with a capital S. It is fruitless to clean... anything... because within minutes of doing so, a thick layer of dust always makes it's way back to settle on every single surface I just cleaned. Every step of the process seems to take longer than expected to complete, costs more and uncovers hidden obstacles... which in turn add to the costs. Some days offer incredible progress, then others seem to offer no progress at all. Getting out of the house early and for long periods is essential... especially with two and four year old wannabe tradies on the scene. It's amazing the number of activities I have found to do, as a result of having to stay clear of the house, day in, day out. I will never get used to the feel of dust and gyprock particles and bits of broken house under foot, ergh, makes me shiver.
I have no idea why anyone ever decided to put the two words renovator's delight together. There is nothing delightful about renovating.
But today was delightful. My boys and I had a fabulous time checking out this year's amazing entries in the Sculptures By The Sea. If it's possible, I think they get more impressive every year. Angus seemed extra excited about it all, beckoning me to "take a picture of this one too Mama!", at each new piece he spotted. I think I've created a little poser, as he insisted on planting himself in front of each sculpture I photographed. Or maybe it's a love of photography all round, as when I finally gave in to let him snap a shot of Scott and I, he did a wonderful job of it. A lovely day of rejuvenation, ahead of week three of renovations. And... breeeeeathe.