Being fifty-something, I should have my feelings more under control. But I haven’t. I am fickle. When we bought our current home more than 12 years ago, I fell in love at first sight. This grand old dame had me at “verandah”. We settled in fast, devising a ten-year plan to boost our investment in… Continue reading Falling in love with our house. ALL over again.
Being fifty-something, I love finding new places in my own neighbourhood. This morning we came across this treasure, a few streets away in Preston St, just off Pakington Street, Geelong West (thus its name “Shed Off Pako”). From the outset, this looked like my kind of place. And I wasn’t disappointed. Be. Still. My. Beating.… Continue reading Shed Off Pako – destined to be a new fave
Being fifty-something, I love to see old things re-imagined to new and interesting uses. In fact, I’ve been loving this since I was thirty-something. And why shouldn’t your decor be a metaphor for your life? I expect my fifty-something years are going to be more and more about re-imagining and reinventing my life. Our house… Continue reading The re-purpose of life