Smitten Kitchen blog. Everytime I try to photograph it it looks decidedly unappetising.
More kitchen cupboards. It is taking so long that yet again I am posting progress photos rather than the end result. I need some encouragement and seeing it here goes someway towards that. There is still a lot to do. The painting continues; the tiles come off this weekend ready for a dry fit of the new benchtop which will be properly fitted the weekend after. Once that is done the plasterboard will be waterproofed and new backsplash will go on (the nearly black painted board behind my cheese board is the chosen colour). It is possible I will run out of money soon and will be asking for a new tap for Christmas. What started as repainting the kitchen has ended up in a (budget) kitchen makeover - but even budget costs something.
I have also learned through this process of removing cupboard doors for a week at a time that I could not live with open shelving. The visual clutter does my head in, I find myself exhaling as soon as the doors go back on, unaware that I was even holding my breath. Definitely a troubling sign of my connections between physical order and emotional control. So I will staying away from open shelving and subsequently avoid a daily reunion with my particular brand of crazy.
A lot of the time I see interiors and have a 'nice place to visit, wouldn't want to live there' reaction. I think this comes from having a very specific aesthetic and taste. Today though, I am living with one of the seven deadlies - I am more than a little green with envy.
This summer house (from Style Files) takes my breath away. From the u-shaped decking for the boat to the boat itself. I am reconciling myself that the highrise buildings in the background of one photo suggest this is not as secluded as it first appears. That, and the nightmare combination of children, water and the inevitable gin and tonic consumption that deck is calling out for. Would never work. Now, back to painting my kitchen.
Labels: beautiful things
The 72 hours of possibility that I could win this bike, given away by a the Design Files blog last week. Apparently I haven't won it but I had fantasies of riding my bike down cobbled streets on the way to brunch at a favourite cafe. Obviously this fantasy involved much more than ownership of the bike and gave scant regard to bicycle helmet laws. It was nice while it lasted.
I have been looking at the house a little lately and as the sunshine (yes! 22 degrees - in August) streams onto the verandah and into the windows I have wondered whether it is may be time to refresh, renew and give the palce a small but significant seasonal facelift.
It may be big - finally painting kitchen cabinets. Or small - a refreshing of collections and gatherings on surfaces and in cubby holes towards brighter, springy sensations.
It may also be mere thoughts as the morning sunshine and my latest library borrowing are calling me to sit in the garden with a pot of peppermint tea. Sloth - you are such an overpowering force - I surrender in body but my thoughts are fighting you.
Photo above is of Milly who likes to join me for a chat while I sit in the front room and enjoy winter sunshine through the windows. Don't let her short shorts fool you - this was taken in the dead of winter. One day she will gain feelings in her legs and realise that shorts are summer attire. Until then she has a ritual of changing out of long pants as soon as we are through the door.
Right now chicken and potatoes are roasting in the oven, Sam has finished his homework and is setting up a chess game and Milly is creating a useful box masterpiece - and I remember that while I love teaching THIS is where my heart is.
(photo is from Jane Cumberbatch's blog - pure style - love reading her tales of an English Summer)