We are getting closer to changing homes. The last few major renovation strokes are finding there way to completion and its getting easier to imagine living here. Refinishing the floors was a lesson in humility. Once the polyurethane dried I could see my folie. Sanding floors that have perpendicular grains is not for beginners, and while I have done this a few times, here I should have sought more help than one you-tube video. I think the correct tool would have been an orbital sander, there are lines everywhere! but from the photo's view it looks swell.
The handrail is the provisional one that was there before. We intend to source some old wrought iron, but there is a deadline and this was all on hand, and perhaps a decent modern approach.
Poetry: this table is made from a door we took out of our first french home more than 10 years ago! It was next to that roman column we uncovered. Fitting that it be here in this dining room several hundred years younger than that original location.
A birdseye view, showing the LED cove lighting, there is also a coloured strip letting us set the mood, but no disco ball....yet
|This is the bathroom, the window was there, but the view was not!|
|Daniel taking a selfie|
Paris always on her mind!
|Oscar casting his mind across the atlantic|
|This is what was happening on our road yesterday. there is a painting studio there, they closed the road and had an artists session....I gotta get out more! You gotta click on the photo and appreciate the scene.|
The changing of shells has been great (with the 20/20 vision of hindsight). While in the process of boxes, it's less fun, but it is often amusing. I brought home flowers from the marche yesterday to find that the vases had already been moved across town! But that's what jelly jars are for, right?!
I wonder what will be my takeaway from this next home, perhaps staring out through the stained glass, or fires in the copper and walnut fireplace? But the real affect of serial habitation is the molding of the future. I think each home has something to do with all of those that follow. Like the door that continues in our lives as a table, that each experience changes us and that there will be shadows of them all in the next. So the demenagements make me reflect of the future homes as well as the past. I'm not sure if its getting closer to the sweet pith or if its adding layers and insulating that core? It's both. Each home is getting closer to the ideal, towards the "forever home" that one which reflects and resembles..... and insulates.