My House

My Kitchen is Painted Grey

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Well it was finally time to put my money where my mouth is and after several posts about the joys of grey paint and the acquisition of a coordinating grey kitten, it was time to paint the kitchen grey. Despite the rather sudden arrival of the cat, the idea of painting the room grey had…

Dream House #No2: Tine K

image by Birgitta Wolfgang Drefer/Sisters Agency

A few weeks ago I showed you pictures of a house in New York otherwise known as Dream House No 1 that had inspired my house renovation and today I bring you another, otherwise known as Dream House No2; The home of Tine K, who owns a shop selling furniture, homewares and clothes to which she…

The Househunter: The House of My Dreams (No 1)

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It seems fitting and, perhaps weirdly coincidental, that today, five years since I last went to New York and on the first full day of BlogTourNYC, that I have found this house to show you. For this is my dream house. This is where I stayed when I was last in New York and now…

The House Is Finished

the extended kitchen with its tin tile ceiing

Finally, the house is finished. And here are the photos to prove it. They were taken by Pernilla of House of Locations, who thinks it might earn a bit of a living posing behind actors and models. We’ll see. In the meantime, for those of you who have asked how the renovations are going, here…

The First Room Is Completed

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We decided to do the shower room first as it meant that while chaos reigned around us we would still have at least one nice room to keep us going and remind us of what we had set out to do. And let’s face it; having a good bathroom is very important to one’s psyche.…

A Cautionary Tale

So the architect. We had a tricky time with ours and I have to say the experience has left me wary of using one again. Perhaps because I had such very strong ideas of what I wanted. Probably because we didn’t have a very good one. Here’s what happened. I hadn’t realised that, having paid…

Moving Day

Moving day dawned bright and early (as the cliche goes). Although actually as it was a December morning in London it was, of course, neither of those things, but it did at least dawn, in a grey and sluggish sort of way. The old house looked like this: The new one looked like this, only…