... for the cinema:) no, for the kitchen table (or possibly the lounge, as I didn't measure under the table including the plywood, and I think they might make the table stick out too much...)
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
the family room
this is where the TV will go (in the middle) and all small child's toys in the storage-y bit. the timetable is from the North London Line (where I used to live) and I have toy crates which will go underneath....
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
A night in Golders Green...
So, I'm on my way to meet an old friend on her whistlestop-tour-of-London, and I've just parked my car in Golders Green (under the bridge).
A guy parked in front of me, in a Rover 75, is slowly reversing... into me. There's an older woman gesticulating wildly on the pavement for him to stop. She bangs the boot of his car to get him to stop, looks at me, eyebrows raised, and shouts, "don't hit her car." I get worried, get out, he's about 5mm away, but there's no damage.
I say to her something along the lines of "no harm no foul", to which she replies, "my son, he's a terrible driver." "It's OK," I say. "No, he's a terrible driver." Said son gets out of the car - frum in a BT way - and she shouts "apologise to the lady, you nearly hit her car." He looked... well, how one would in such circumstances.
He's about forty. I say to her, "you know, a time comes in your life when you can't really tell your children what to do." She says, "but he should apologise, he nearly drove into you." I say "are you a Jewish mother?" She says, "my son, he just made a film, with Honor Blackman" (who google tells me is 86 and still here, which was news to me). I kid you not.
Son looks at me, I can't read his face. Embarassed? Proud? Nervous about being out with his mother? I say, "oh" and realise I (a) am late and (b) have my own tsorres and just can't get into someone else's story right now, even if it does involved a once-fabulous now-D-list celebrity.
"Mazaltov," I say, as I walk off. Son is looking at parking restriction signage (it's 8.45pm, even in Golders Green that's legal and free), "can you park here?" he asks. "I - ". I'm about to get drawn into another conversational vortex.
"Dunno," I say as I walk off into the night, imagining Honor Blackman in a movie with Carlebachy-type frummers, shouty Jewish mothers and double-parking in Golders Green.
The night is middle-aged. The conversationally-challenged are out and about. Novellino's is milchig but overpriced, and the service is.. chilled, to say the least.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
kitchen tiles
above the range is going to be tiled in the reclaimed (ie taken off the wall by me) original kitchen tiles... although after much thought, I think just the cream, the green will have to go with something else
balustrades
We copied the arts and crafts balustrades from our old house.. turned out pretty good, I think
Monday, August 01, 2011
Fireplace hearth nearly done
hearth tiles nearly done... looking pretty fabulous, even if I say so myself. My three best bits about the house? Hand-dipped fireplaces, kitchen and wooden floors.
The range is in
The range has arrived, been fitted, and the mantlepiece has been built, and it's all starting to look... rather like a kitchen :)
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