17th September 2016
Finally the day I have been dreaming about, we drive to our new old house! I
look up at its many levels and the fizzing starts around my heart once again. I
feel like a kid with a new special toy.
I tentatively turn the large key to the huge wooden front door. My heart is
racing as we walk down the hallway to finally see our house again after 6 long
months. The day is warm and sunny and the back garden is filled with
sunshine. The house is still dark because theres no power but some light has
sneaked in as it is a beautiful blue sky day. We slowly walk through each
room introducing ourselves to the house. It is more beautiful than I remember.
All I can utter as I throw open each shuttered window is, oh my god! I feel like
I am just the caretaker of this beautiful house as it will be here longer than we
will, and will respect it as such. We will try to restore it as best we can. There
is plenty of work to do. Nic and I feel excited about starting but also
overwhelmed by it all. We decide that we are going to start on the kitchen
which is the worst and ugliest room but (tres important ) if we want to eat.
After we have bought a couple of items to start with I spend half a day pulling
70’s tiles off the kitchen walls preparing them for new tiling. It’s exhausting
work but every tile chipped away is closer to a new kitchen. The kitchen looks
like it was built in the 50’s, 70 years later than the original house and is long
and narrow and hard to work with. More like a galley kitchen, so we have to
work out what can fit and look good in it.
We decide it needs to be provincial with an industrial, vintage twist that will flow through to the el fresco dining area under the grapevine to the garden. I have a tendency to start off all minimalist and shiny then introduce more and more quirky pieces until a space is filled up, but rich with character. It’s an occupational hazard
Behind one of the stuccoed walls we find beautiful brick and stone that someone had covered up 70 years ago.
We find an old work bench in a Brocante that Nic oils up to put my coveted Confit pots on and great storage for wine bottles underneath