Ahhhh, we're ripping out the kitchen! Jesus Christ, there is red dust flying all the fuck over and sticking in my hair and under my nails and I'm only supervising! We had to hire the best plumber/tradesman in the area over the weekend who, for an exorbitant fee, came and ripped apart the kitchen for us. Well if you call making dinner once and a while exorbitant, he is like, actually my father in law BUT I DIGRESS!
|My kitchen is gone|
|BAM;THAT'S HOW YOU MAKE PIZZA|
Before making the giant leap to Australia I lived in small and simple Maumee Ohio in a glorious apartment above Dale's Bar and Grill. Which was, by the way, awesome. I could call down there at like 10 in the morning for a tuna salad sandwich with chili cheese fries and they'd be all, "We know that's you, come down in 10 minutes luls." After a while they figured out I was a creature of habit and just assumed my order was always going to be the same (which is it was, eh-heh..) A bit pathetic but true. Maumee is a beautiful city.
|Outside view of my apt 2+ years ago|
Now some random shots I saved off google image search of exposed brick work, woo!
Etsy results for today's search: "Brick House"
|IT'S A CANDLE HOLDER! -Flouders for credit card- O_O!|