earth plastering

This weekend was all about horrible allergies and working on the back bathroom.  Many years ago, the Tall Short Person came to us and said "there is a hole in the bathtub."  After talking to some contractor friends, we found out the bathtub had be installed incorrectly.  Therefore, it cracked and a hole developed.  That had to come out.  The carpet had to come out.  

It took more years then I would like to admit for us to do something about it.  This back bathroom has very strange dimensions which made finding a tub to fit it a difficult proposition.  The better statement is an affordable bathtub was hard to find.  But I did recently.  

We had our handy man come in and fix my Beloved's sheetrock job.  Mr. Hill said it was not the worst he had ever seen.  Especially for the first time doing sheetrock.

On Saturday, out came the earth plaster.  It is clay and sand with water and pigment mixed in.

Then many hands got to work.  Small Mister kept saying "DIRTY!"  It is mud.  

By the end of the weekend, we even got a laminate floor installed.  The tub is sitting the bathroom now but it is not plumped.  Now, I will freely admit that the floor and the baseboards are not perfect but there is nothing square, flat, and true about this room.  I am a bit amazed they look as good as they do.  I am very pleased, especially since I have felt like total crud most of this long weekend.  Something blows in in the evenings or opens up and I can no longer breath.

Next week will be better.  Mountains, here we come!

my quiet evening

It was a quiet evening for me.  A run to the library.  A bit of time with an audiobook and  my sewing machine.

I am three quarters of the way piecing another baby quilt.  This is for Miss K and her boy. Then there is Miss L, Mr R, and the Tall Short Person.  They are all had babies or having babies this year.  The one quilt that has to be done by late October is the Tall Short Person.

This with a pot of tea was lovely.

I made a pot of red sauce.  A little bit of onion, garlic, basel, salt, pepper, port, and tomato and a bit of slow cooking and this sauce had the flavor like there was meat in it but there was not.  I would give you the recipe but there is not really a recipe.  I get teased around here that I am an Italian grandmother.  Nope.  I will be an American grandmother.

There was pasta to roll out and cut.  It was a bit interesting after a couple glasses of wine but it was all good.

Everything bubbled while I drank my wine and read a book from the library.  When my Beloved came home, he served up dinner and we talked.  

It was a lovely evening.  It would have been perfect if My Beloved had been home for the evening but I obviously made due.

Merry Christmas to All!