There are some bits of our house that I adore; not perhaps because of any particularly valid reason, but because they just make me inexplicably happy.
The porch is fairly understandable. The light (on a sunny day, unlike today) streams in through the stained glass and illuminates the hall in a rainbow of colours:
It’s obviously popular, because I think all but one or two of the houses on our street that originally had it still have the doors. You can sort of see the red that we’re going for there, incidentally. It’s much deeper and richer when it’s got all the coats on it – and it goes really quite well with the deep red in the stained glass.
But there’s also odd little corners; little spaces, which I really really like:
I’m not sure what it is about this little uptick of picture rail, but I think it’s really rather lovely.
Whilst I’m decorating occasionally I take a few moments to appreciate these little bits of the house.
In other news I’ve also been spending a little time in the garden, doing some work on the path. It’s crept forwards, or more, backwards, a few more feet.
I’ve still got a little pile of bricks, but need to attack them with a hammer and chisel to get the mortar off which means I can actually continue path building. I’ve got to enclose a bit more of the deck and put the sort-of sill in where the doors will go under the deck, then we can also gravel that bit, which should make the upper end of the garden feel a bit more finished. I’m suspecting we need another bag of gravel, however, which is a bit sad. Despite that I’ve started roughing out the next section down the hill…
Although I need to chop up the chunk of timber and decide where we’re switching from gravelled path to recycled pallet wood decking. I’m trying to get on with the garden a bit, despite the fact it’s hot, because otherwise we’ll head into another winter with it unfinished, which’ll make me a sad bunny.
