As Craig Revel Horwood often say…an absolute disaster darling! I don’t know why I bothered. Ever since we moved into our new house, lover of all things antique I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw hidden beneath some concrete were ORIGINAL VICTORIAN FIREPLACE TILES!!
So what did I stupidly decide to do – I decided to start chipping away at them on none other than Christmas Eve!! Naive little me thought I would quickly chip away the concrete to be left with a beautiful tiles which I could polish up to perfection. Did that happen – of course it didn’t!!
I was left with a crumbling mess which after much chipping away at, heaving and general high levels of frustration I was left with this..
So after a near melt down I did my best at patching it up, ready for the big day. It looked absolutely terrible. There were big white holes in the tiles, tiles that had broken up into so many pieces that it was the most difficult jigsaw puzzle I has ever tried to complete. But it was done, only to have my fabulous boyfriend the following day whilst laying the table put his foot through it.
Surprisingly, I was incredibly patent with him, I think by that point I had lost the will to life with the tiles. For months a lovely cushion covered the hole and during the winter months a cold breeze crept in through the hole, only to wait until February when the concrete was back, covering the hole once more. Damn my eagerness to uncover lost treasures. I’ll definitely think about my timing a little more wisely next time.
Other than the photos I took at the beginning there is no more evidence of the mess I made so apologies about that but it’s probably a good thing. I think I’d die of embarrassment.