I haven’t seen my house for a few weeks but the renovations are nearly finished and I’m dissatisfied already! But only in my head, you understand. I think it’s a case of renovation envy. It all started when I visited a lovely new friend in Anglesea – she’s a writer and artist – and had lunch in her beautiful home. You can see her artist’s eye at play everywhere; the triangular patterned tiles echoing the earthy shades of terracotta and blue on the walls and in the boxed shelves, the art on the walls, the huge (and well-fitting windows) framing views of gnarled and forked gum trees, the marble-top kitchen and chunky pottery dotted around, the funky butter dish, the lime green weighing scales, the brightly coloured mosaic tiles in the bathroom beautifully toned in with the sink, a colourful Mexican-looking ceramic bowl. And then there’s the wood burner with the sliding glass front warming the room and adding another stylish touch.
If only I’d seen her house before I chose the white subway tiles from Bunnings, I thought going all Discontented Pony (anyone else familiar with the Ladybird Books story from childhood?), and maybe I should have persisted in getting the shelving unit in the living room re-done the way I wanted. And then what about my kitchen bench top fiasco? In truth the kitchen tops are the only part of the renovations that have gone a bit ‘off message’ and it’s one of those situations where it’s not really anyone’s fault. My builder – and I can’t praise him enough; he’s absolutely meticulous, punctual, professional and gentle with it – noticed that the laminex pattern I had chosen was 30 per cent more expensive than the standard range. So he hunted around and found a match from another company. He showed me the sample when I went up to the house at the end of March, and I approved it.
What neither of us noticed (the sample was the size of a match box) is that it had a strange indentation which, over a large area, looks like a series of scribbly scratch marks. While it’s not what I would have chosen, I’m going to make the best of it. The bottom line is that changing it would stuff up the budget bottom line by $2000. And once all my things are dotted around – yellow lemons on my grandmother’s green cake stand, my Italian ceramic fruit bowl (also featuring lemons), my blue and white candlesticks and all the other paraphernalia and memorabilia currently stacked floor to ceiling in various cupboards, the strange scribbles will fade into the background.
And that’s the thing. My style is my style. Although I am a little restricted by a modest budget, my choices reflect who I am and where I hail from. I’m not an artist with an eye for the Tuscan look and triangular tiles, but I am a homemaker through and through, and the interior of my house is a somewhat eclectic mix of classical English meets country cottage meets suburban Melbourne. I’ve got some treasured antique pieces from both my grandmothers, a fair few bits of charity shop chic, a bit of IKEA and lots of pictures on the walls, none of them which could be described as modern or abstract. So when I embarked on renovation plans, my aim was to keep a classical, if slightly quirky, look. Hence the claw foot bath, black and white tiles and hand-crafted cloche light in the bathroom, and the white painted shelving unit on either side of the fireplace so I can – at long last– display all my treasures from an antique ginger jar to more modern glassware, favourite books, tea cups, jugs and ornaments.
In fact the older I get, the more I love antiques, not just the look of them but the stories behind their design, creation and use. I’ve been watching a British program on SBS called Antiques Uncovered hosted by an historian and an antiques expert. In the last episode they went to Woburn Abbey in Bedfordshire to look at the history of tea cups, sofas, Georgian glassware, chandeliers and more. It’s all a bit broad brush as they cover so many items in one program, but I particularly enjoyed the bit about the history of porcelain. The Chinese, of course, developed porcelain in the tenth century, but it was not until the British discovered the magic ingredient, Cornish soapstone (talcum powder), that porcelain or, ‘White Gold’ as it was known, became all the rage in the eighteenth century. And it said something about your class as to whether you drank from translucent china which held hot water without leaking, or from a rough, porous earthenware cup. The upper classes could pour the hot tea straight into the cup and then add the milk, whereas the lower classes had to put the milk in first to prevent the cup from shattering. That’s why the ‘right’ way is still considered to be the tea first method.
It’s like Downton Abbey – I’m an unashamed fan (although the last double bill episode of Series Four was terribly implausible and a big anticlimax) – it’s all about class and what’s going on Upstairs and Downstairs.
To that end, I also saw a program featuring Downton producer Julian Fellowes going behind the scenes at another of England’s huge stately piles, Burghley House. Burghley was built by William Cecil, treasurer to Queen Elizabeth I. He was the one who ordered the execution of Mary Queen of Scots. The house is still owned and run by his descendents today. It was a fun program looking at parish records, letters and diaries to unearth some of the stories of the lords and ladies and their servants. As Fellowes said, “we’ve all got ancestors that were giving or taking orders. History belongs to all of us.”
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Charlotte, packed to the gills is when you open a door and the contents burst forth like a geyser newly released from its earthy lid! Your spare room cupboard looks like a charmingly edited cabinet of curiosities…you are quite obviously both tidy and discerning and not in the least a hoarder like me. Or perhaps it is just that you are a few years younger and have not yet needed to absorb the domestic effluvia of one grandmother, two parents and a mother-in-law, none of whose effects interested anyone else in the family, but which I was too sentimental to discard. Thus, I now have enough assorted crockery and cutlery for the largest event, complemented by an array of handmade lace and embroidered doilies and oddly sized cloths from an era of small tables which could not be seen uncovered if tea and scones were on the menu.
To cope with this, I have one antique pine dresser in the dining area which displays the currently used crockery and stores all the mismatched dinner sets, tarnished silver dishes and lidded tureens in its bottom half. I also have an antique pine dresser in my laundry which is a nominal pantry on the top but contains the overflow of my party stash behind closed doors. Then, there is the erstwhile television cabinet which has migrated to the dressing room and now stores yet more, mainly textiles, blankets and bedding….and don’t even think about the spare room with its full wardrobe, chest of drawers and blanket box. Many people could live comfortably in my modest home!
I have been de-cluttering for the last month and it’s a slow process…..that’s why I like hearing about your renovations. It’s the thrill of the pristine.
Good point, Astrid. My cupboard does not quite overfloweth! My shed is pretty jammed with stuff but the photo only shows pots and pans and I wanted to show some of the ornaments etc!
Love the description of your accumulated and inherited collection of crockery, linen, bedding and tableware! The word crammed springs to mind! I have moved many times so have had to shed and discard, but I also get held up by sentimentality!
Once I have moved all my kitchen and bathroom stuff out of the shed, some of the memorabilia that I can’t bear throwing away can be housed there. But, interestingly, I haven’t missed all my bits and bobs in Anglesea. There is definitely a correlation between a clear mind and less clutter.
And I laughed about the tarnished silver. Who gets round to cleaning the silver nowadays?!
well you’ve certainly taught me something about tea today!
Thanks for your comment! 🙂 You might also like my post: Totally into Tea at: https://thisquirkylife.com/2013/12/13/totally-into-tea/.