The Kitchen Renovation.
Betty VS the Brick Wall

Renovating a kitchen is hard work. It’s hard mentally and physically. Like eating hotdog flavoured ice cream.

This has been going on for months now and I finally decided to sub-contract out some of my demolition. To my (nearly) 80 year old mother.

Best decision I ever made.

Brick wall Betty


Ripping out drywall with my nearly 80 year old mother, BETTY!

After I sent measurements of my kitchen to my kitchen designer Carol Reed, she mentioned that the wall between my kitchen and my dining room seemed to be an old exterior wall, based on how thick it was. I, being the kind of person I am, HAD to know. So at about 1 o’clock in the morning when I was feeling especially exuberant I attached a holesaw to my drill and started working at it. About 3.4 seconds later I was through the drywall and peeking into it with a flashlight.

BRICK. I saw BRICK. It was pretty much the best Peep Show I’ve ever been to. Only sexier. Because brick walls, the lingerie of the design world, are sexy. Rip that clothing off and reveal the lingerie!

The drywall was coming down to expose the sexy brick wall for all to see. In a few days I’ll show you the results of that ripping, tugging and peeping.

Brick porn. Hotter than a pot full of steaming hotdog water.