Renovation, restoration, frustration
It has taken two days to put my antique wood pelmet up.
First there was my announcement that it must have a pole for voiles and a track for curtains (curved at the ends of course) that made Trevor’s eyes glaze over.
The pelmet is hand made and carved and very decorative, but Trevor does not care about that, he cares that the wood is b****y hard to cut and drive screws into, that it has to be mounted on a literally rock hard stone wall and that there is only one choice of “flexible” curtain track in M. Bricolage, and sadly, it is not very flexible.
Screws provided with this track will not even consider going into this hardwood (oak I think). So, then we manage to snap our only appropriate drill bit and then we trail back to M.Bricolage for better screws, then we break to eat my pot-au-feu and drink wine and then it goes dark and we have no light in the salon yet, so we may as well sit on terrace and stargaze ….
Then we get up the following day and put the damn thing together.Then we argue about whether it is straight or not.
This is a constant point of contention as nothing in the French house is straight or level. We try the spirit level but straight according to that looks wrong. We decide to go by eye( my eye as I am only person likely to be gazing at pelmet in awe).
By now Trevor is on point of mutiny……
Does anybody else live like this or is it just me?