Tiles, tiles, tiles…

Do you love a unrenovated bathroom and kitchen?

Heck, I do!

I mean for me when I hear someone’s home is unrenovated, I do a little dance (in my head!) and start dreaming of the tiles their home. It’s like Christmas when I walk through and discover the gorgeous orange tiles in the kitchen and the flower tiles in the bathroom.

I’ve been collecting pictures of tiles over the last month and last week my friend Brooke, over at Skapa Create pushed me over the edge with her really schmick tile blog post called “A night on the tiles”. It was time to get these beauties out of my iPhone to show off to the world.


Wet bar tiles in a grannyflat (within a house) we are selling.


Laundry tiles in a house we have just sold and settled.


Bathroom floor tiles in the same house we have just sold and settled.


Kitchen wall tiles in the same house as the two above.


Floortiles in the ladies bathroom at Narromine United Services Memorial Club.


Bathroom floor tiles in the Farmhouse at Currawah Adventist Aboriginal College.


MY FAVOURITE!!! Porch tiles at the farmhouse at Currawah.


Life in a Cream Fibro

Soon my sister and her husband will be moving into my Ma and Pa’s house. It’s a fabulous fifties fibro.

It was a total mess but Marcus and VP (with help from Marcus’ parents and our Parentals) have given it a massive facelift – it’s really had dramatic plastic surgery a la Joan Rivers, except it’s really pretty, unlike Joan Rivers.

Soon they will begin their new life in a cream fibro. Have you ever read Alison Taits “Life in a Pink Fibro”? It’s a great blog and now I’ve suggested to VP to start herself a new blog called “Life in a Cream Fibro”. Original, hey?

Check out the nice Baltic Pine floors. (They are Baltic right Dad?) They were wet when we were there on Good Friday. Hence the top photo and this one below which I had to lean in through the door. My Grandfather built this home with his own two hands in the late 40’s – early 50’s. Dad was telling us that they lived in a tent on the land until Pa & Ma had enough money to build the garage. Then they moved into the garage and began the house. There was a massive shortage of building supplies at the time due to the war and the finish date of the home was extended. Finally Ma had her own kitchen and Pa had his own lounge room to one day watch man walk on the moon.








How many quotes do I need to get?

My sales partner, GK, is in the throws of getting quotes for the renovation of her en suite and main bathroom. She turns to me today and says “How many bathroom quotes do you think I should get for my renovations?” I can’t exactly remember what I answered her with… but maybe it was something like “However many you want to get”.

The fact is there is no rule for getting quotes. You need to get as many as it takes to make you feel comfortable and confident with your decision. Some people will go with 2 quotes, some will go with 10. My best advice to guarantee to be on the front foot. :

  1. Ask around! Talk to friends/family/neighbours/work-mates to see if there are any good stories of great Reno’s and reliable tradies.
  2. Ask for references! Ask if you can call the last 5 clients they have worked for. Generally you will get a mixed bag of experiences and its a good opportunity to ask the nitty-gritty stuff like, did they turn up when they said they would?
  3. Ask for proof! Get them to show you their “Brag-Book” with photos of their work and other details.

Check out these hot bathrooom:

Imagine soaking in this bathtub. Heck yes!


Love it!!! Love it!!! Love it!!!


On a side note… My most favourite bathroom in all the world was in the home of my friends Donni & Dave. They lived in a beautiful 150 year young home in Derby, U.K. which they had renovated and respectfully restored from top to toe. When we stayed with them back in 2003, I remember how amazing the intricate Greek blue ceramic wall tiles were. They were similar to the tiles below, minus the animals and birds. Donni, if you are reading this and I am wrong about any of it, amuse us and just play along with my child-like memories! I remember thinking “I wish this was my house!” “I wish I could take a picture in here, but who takes photos of bathroom tiles?”

I wish I had.


Keep on trekking...The end.