We’ve been busy moving house this past week. It was our shortest move ever – just ¾ mile down the road from the much loved Sugar Cube into our shiny, new house. Shiny and new because we had a little cosmetic work done before we moved in.
We just refinished the floors, and had the whole place repainted. so it really was only cosmetic, but what a difference it made to the way the house looks and feels. Most of all, we made it our own.
We flipped the dark kitchen and dining room into something altogether lighter, brighter, and vaguely Skandi looking. With the bonus of American appliances, natch. Oh, and my upcycled table of course.
|Someone else's dining room|
|Someone else's kitchen|
|Our kitchen/ diner|
We turned the 1980s law library into a cheery workspace befitting a SoCal beach lover and his Brit bookworm.
|Someone else's home office|
And in Lady P’s room we created a sunny homage to the Sugar Cube, complete with a scaled down front door.
|The Sugar Cube, seen through palms|
We painted pretty much every inch of the rest of the house white, which makes it feel clean and fresh and new. And ours.
We do miss our rambling back garden but are consoled by sunset drinks on the deck. Lady P has done some naked sliding into the paddling pool on the astro turf, and planted some chard seeds, so I feel that she isn’t too badly off either.