Speaking for myself, he was right. To create order from a state of chaos, both architecturally and aesthetically, is why we took on this French house.
I have been overhelmed and undermined;
Poor Old Trevor has been intimidated and inundated.
I have been told that what I want can’t be done, or shouldn’t be done. But it has been.
I have been reminded of our purpose by some very valid questions from a friend; and taken right back to a cutting remark made by one of my very first followers just after I started this blog. In fact, that remark bothered me so much that I didn’t post again for two whole years.
You won’t find it, It was negative, offensive and nasty and I took it off
So, back to why am I posting photos about the rubbish layout of our house and the awful and ugly construction materials we have unearthed?
Because this blog is confessional and candid; I can see no point in telling our restoration tale if I write just another fluffy rose-tinted blog. There’s plenty of that stuff out there already. I write about real problems and real solutions.
I am not ashamed to do this. I am not ashamed of our project; “the hovel” is a term of great affection. It is not the largest, grandest or most beautiful house we have owned. But it has potential. No one else ever saw that.
We both felt the pull of the setting and the hidden history and the challenge to make it the best it can be because it is exactly where we want to be.
One or two others can see it too. I am human, so that is encouraging.
When I post images of houses and interiors that appeal to me, these are just ideas. You won’t find many clues to the end project in these. It will be unique.
Sympathetic in style but exceptional in execution. There, that’s it.
for the Escher picture and https://osyth.wordpress.com/
for the Escher prompt.