That thing we do

A couple of weeks ago, our ensuite flooded.  The toilet is really old - it seems to constantly run and the tap has been leaky for ages (we keep a bucket under it to catch the drips, which works out brilliantly for the cat who thinks it's the best water ever), but for some reason it ran more and faster starting, I think, sometime the night before I wandered in there at 4pm and the carpet went splash.  Fab.

(Yes, carpet.  Carpet in the ensuite and carpet in the bathroom.  In a family home.  Genius.  And it's still down 2 years later, because we're lazy and the thought of making flooring decisions makes me twitch.)

So, a few days and much looking at flooring samples later, while twitching and scratching our heads over a box of panadol, we decided to rip up the (black) carpet, see how the light looked and hopefully that'd help with our decision making.

It did.

It also led to this, because we just. can't. stop. ourselves.  And apparently never doing another redecoration or renovation again ever means not for roughly two years.  At least this time, there's no rush at all, and there'll be quite a lot of just moving things around and paint. 

(These are both lounge walls - the lounge, kitchen, dining is open plan, so the lounge has 2 dark red walls and one mid grey.  I should just photograph it.  Except, I'd feel obliged to tidy up after hurricane children first, so you just get to visualise it until I've had enough coffee)