Friday, 16 November 2012
Twice in One Day!
Chaos in the Frugaldom kitchen continues. It isn't an easy job for two individuals with little or no previous DIY skills to rip out a kitchen sink and replace it. For a start, we have minimal tools with which to work and barely an ounce of strength between us - despite my affection for cakes, biscuits and almost all things carbohydrate.
You may mock, you may laugh, you may point at the puddles on the floor and the drips running down the pipes, but the old sink is now out and the new bendy attachment things screwed onto the water pipes, which we did remember to switch off before dismantling the sink. See? I now have a lovely sink unit on my patio!
Looking at it from this angle, the old sink and worktop isn't in all that bad a condition. In fact, despite the rusted clips, bumps and bashes and leaky tap, I'm going to find it a nice, frugal, new home. I have just the place for it - or will have in the future!
So far, I haven't dared to voice my thoughts on where the old sink might be going, because I haven't divulged my secret wish to renovate the old chicken house into a garden room, complete with bird hide! Yes... I can see a few eyebrows raising at that announcement. :)
So here we are, mid afternoon on a Friday with no sink in the kitchen, but the new sink unit built and awaiting fitting once we've had a coffee. (If you do decide to DIY on the whole kitchen front, don't forget to fill the kettle before switching off and draining the water pipes.)
The next part should be fun... attempting to cut spaces in the back of the unit so it sits flush against the wall and allows all the pipework to be hidden.
But while doing the above, or rather observing it being done, I shall be immersed in thoughts of small miracles aiding and abeiting garden fairies to magically transfor the ancient chicken house into a pretty, frugaler-friendly garden room of joy, complete with sink for rinsing the home grown produce before bringing it indoors for prepping and storing.
Why do I just know that few others are going to appreciate my vision or share my enthusiasm for operation shed-rescue among the trees, by the stream at the bottom of our garden?