A while ago I happened upon a garage sale, being held in the front yard of an old house. For $20 I bought a wooden coffee table which trumps any white lacquered IKEA version just waiting to bow under the weight of a few books. The real magic began, though, when the new owners of the house said I could have a look inside as everything was for sale. I'm not sure exactly what era the decor would be but it is gorgeously, unashamedly, from a whole other time. So much pattern, colour, texture, liveliness, character and joy. Here are some photos the new owners kindly let me take*:
However unrealistic this is, wandering through that house made me imagine spending the hefty sum of a house deposit on a similar 'time warp' place. I see myself renovating, yet saving some elements to restore as quirky, interesting features. I would like to at least be greeted each day by the magic of sublime Art Deco doors...I know this might fit into the 'Dior dress in an op-shop' category of dreams but it is still a lovely idea to hold onto!
*When I spent an extensive amount of time with my tripod and SLR camera taking photos, they gave me looks of friendly bewilderment you might give someone who appears harmless yet slightly unhinged.
However unrealistic this is, wandering through that house made me imagine spending the hefty sum of a house deposit on a similar 'time warp' place. I see myself renovating, yet saving some elements to restore as quirky, interesting features. I would like to at least be greeted each day by the magic of sublime Art Deco doors...I know this might fit into the 'Dior dress in an op-shop' category of dreams but it is still a lovely idea to hold onto!
*When I spent an extensive amount of time with my tripod and SLR camera taking photos, they gave me looks of friendly bewilderment you might give someone who appears harmless yet slightly unhinged.
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