Getting the gang together...

A couple of weeks ago, we hosted the original owners of our house, and an architect from the firm that designed it. Another architect and the project manager were also going to come, but one forgot and the other was too busy.

Over afternoon tea (those aren't chicken nuggets in that bowl - they're cheese choux pastry puffs - far fancier), and a few wines, we talked about the design process, the budget (we used to think it was really modest, but in actual fact it was substantial for the time), and how happy the owners were with their house (= very).

It was lovely to sit around and chat. As always, we learnt a few things, had a few laughs.

Matt followed up with the other architect (who forgot to make it) last weekend, and again had a very fruitful conversation...more later.

Shelves

Stupidly, one of the first things we did when we moved in, was rip out the shelves in Clem's room-to-be.  I was heavily pregnant, and obsessed with how his room should be, and it didn't include shelves. So dumb. Anyway, we arranged for our builder to replicate and re-install the shelves.  

It took a while, but after some tempting with baked goods, he came with the new shelves this week. 

I oiled the wood (rimu) with the same stuff we used on the stairs. Unfortunately, I was a bit slapdash, and accidentally dipped a long piece of my hair in the tin of oil. And instead of washing it out, I left it there for the day, so it got really dry. Anyway, I had to chop out a chunk of my hair to get rid of it, which I haven't had to do since I got chewing gum in my hair when I was about 11.

The shelves look good though...