Saturday, 11 July 2015

Home

A Home of One's Own

I love living alone.  I cannot imagine living any other way.  I bought my first home when I was 27 (I doubt many 27 year olds these days will be able to do that, sadly).  My first house was a small Edwardian terrace with a kitchen the size of a broom cupboard and a cosy pub at the end of the street.  It had high ceilings, original fireplaces and a large yard full of fruit trees and hydrangeas.  I loved it.  

I can still remember the first magical night I spent there.  I slept on the floor of the back bedroom with the old sash window wide open.  The shadows of branches and leaves in the yard quivered on the silvered walls and the room was crisp with the scent of the autumnal night air and ripening fruit.  I  didn't sleep at all.  It was far too thrilling. I could not quite believe that this was MY house: a space that was entirely my own.  I thought about my plans for the house and the animals I would be able to bring into it.  (In my first home I owned 2 ginger tom cats: Owen and Rossiter, a dalmatian called Kipper and a scruffy mutt called Boo).  I can honestly say it was one of the happiest times of my life.

I remember going to Joblings the day after I moved in. Joplings was Sunderland's grand old department store, now closed.  I joyfully bought things for the kitchen: wooden spoons, cheese graters, tea towels, pans.  I discovered flea markets, junk shops, charity shops.  Most of my furniture was second hand - but that didn't bother me and I still own and love much of it now.  Coming home, after a day full of people and work and fuss, shutting the door of my own home gave me a feeling of utter peace and contentment. It still does.

Of course, sometimes it CAN get lonely.  But I have learnt that in every day I need lots of solitude.  I would not trade that solitude for anything.  Those languid, lurchery weekend mornings spent in a cotton nightie and threadbare cardigan, reclining on the sofa with tea, toast, the radio and a book gladden my heart.  Making decisions about what my house should look like, and only having myself to please is a delight.  What man of the male gender would agree to quite so much chintz in the bedroom?  Who would share my taste for mustard yellow velvet furnishings and funereal grey walls? What would happen if I ended up with a chap who watched Top Gear or preferred pugs to sighthounds?  Or a vegan health freak who objected to black pudding and afternoon naps?

Moreover, I think everyone simply needs some time to be themselves and be with themselves.  I remember my weekend in Harrogate with the UPVC baron and how he would amble off for an hour or so, leaving me to myself.  He shared that need for space and silence, I think.  

'Aye, I'm just going to investigate where the nearest pool table is flower.'  

Rather than being rejected or despondent, I rejoiced and used the time to read Bonjour Tristesse, consider which dress to wear for dinner and experiment with my lipstick collection.  How do people cope with having someone there ALL THE TIME?  Surely they just end up bickering over chores or finances.  It must be exhausting, utterly exhausting. I couldn't do it.

This is my second house and it is only 2 streets away from my first.  It was built in 1936 and, incredibly, I am only the third person to live here.  Each owner has been a single lady. I love that fact so much!  This IS Spinster Cottage!  The previous owner, Eva, lived here since 1955.  She owned a few sweet shops in town, drove an MG sports car well into her 70s and was known to be a formidable, no nonsense bluestocking.  I like to picture her as some sort of Roald Dahl creation: an ivory-handled stick (for prodding, not walking) eyes as black as liquorice pennies with a piercing, gimlet glare. I imagine her striding round her shop in a billowing cloud of Yardley English Fern talcum powder and icing sugar.  I love the dichotomy of a lady like that dispensing white mice and clotted cream fudge to quivering children.   She sounded like she was quite the character.  Older residents of the neighbourhood still speak of her in hushed tones with a respectful awe.

I moved here in 2004.  With the help of my dad, I tackled lots of the bigger, more pressing jobs (new kitchen extension, new plumbing and wiring) but then ran out of money and energy.  My father died just 8 months after I moved in, and continuing the work on my own seemed overwhelming.  I gave up.

I've recently completed lots of renovations, but this will always be an ongoing process.  I'll never be completely  'done'.  I went in the pantry yesterday and noticed half of the plaster from the ceiling had come down.  'What fresh hell is this?' I thought, before shutting the door on it all and pretending I hadn't noticed.  Like Scarlett O' Hara, I will worry about that another day.  I've had my fill of builders for the year. Hetty certainly has.  The sight of one more man in a vest is liable to send her rabid. 

So, this post is to share some pictures of the house and the work that has been done. As you know, through counselling, medication and time off work,  I am trying to sort out and tidy up my life.  Sorting out and tidying up my home is the physical manifestation of that process.  It feels good to get it done.  I am beginning to feel really strong and strangely calm.  The house, I expect, plays a massive part in that.

Let's have a tour. 


Bathroom & new wetroom

My bathroom was dire.  It had the original suite from the 1930s, which theoretically sounds charming - but actually was just tired and shabby. The sloping ceilings in the room meant there was no room for a shower.  So, everything in the old bathroom was ripped out and a new wet room was built into the smallest bedroom of the house (more of a cupboard, really).  The french grey tiles are from Laura Ashley.  I think they were one of the most expensive things in the refit, but they are lovely.

I really don't know how I have existed without a shower for so long.  Korres Fig Shower Gel RULES.   If you look closely in the pics you will see I have about 12 bottles of the stuff. 






My favourite stained glass window

This massive window on the landing is so beautiful.  It has cracks and faults, but I will NEVER UPVC it.  Never.


Bedroom 
The house has 2 identical bedrooms which are built into the eaves and have cottagey, sloping ceilings.  The decor is Miss Marple meets Miss Pym.  Following India Knight's advice in Prime, I bought a Vi Spring mattress.  Dear God.  It has been life-changing!  I have had the walnut 1930s dressing table for years.  It was a present from my lovely dad, who had a knack of finding absolute jewels in charity shops.  It cost him £10.  I have UPVCd the bedroom windows, as they were the only ones without lovely stained glass. My new bed is crocus-hued velvet.  I've always gone for iron bedsteads before.  This one seemed very Parisian.  I imagine Linda, from The Pursuit of Love, having long, drowsy conversations with her lover Fabrice from such a bed.  (I wonder if she too was plagued with toast crumbs and PPI cold callers when she was trying to sleep).













Kitchen

Not much was done in here, other than a coat of Oval Room Blue paint.  However, I did buy a 1960s elm Ercol table (second hand from Etsy) and faux Eames chairs (from Cult Furniture - £250 cheaper EACH than real Eames sold in John Lewis - believe me, they look just as good).





Sitting room and Dining Room

These were two separate rooms, but I found I never set a ballet-pumped foot in the dining room, so they were knocked through.  The walls are painted in Farrow and Ball Downpipe, a lovely dark grey.  I bought a frankly ridiculous mustard yellow velvet sofa and chair, which I expected would be ruined by animals within the first week.  Thankfully, they are all so affronted by its gaucheness that they avoid it like the plague.  They have their own (very old and shabby) chaise in the front bay window.  They wickedly plan their assaults on the postman from there.  

New bookcases were built in - I asked for floor to ceiling, the builders fucked up the design as failed to consider the locations of sockets.  That annoyed me deeply, but I was so sick of the builders at the end of the project that I overlooked many of their fuck-ups. My Miss Jean Brodie poster is possibly my favourite thing in the room, along with the 1930s standard lamp (another of my dad's skip raiding finds).

























Spare Bedroom

Almost identical to my bedroom: same wallpaper in a different shade. 




Study/ Library

The house also has a downstairs study (originally a 'morning room', such a quaint Du Maurier-esque concept ).  I shall post pictures of that later, as I am waiting for a very special poster to be framed to complete the room.  It is the PERFECT image for a library.  I wonder if you can guess what it is.

Also, when my lady garden is finally transformed from barren nuclear-winter wasteland to blowsy cottage garden, I shall share that with you too.  Kevin, the sprightly pensioner gardener, is here again today.  Readers: I cannot think of a more depressing and sobering thought than the fact that there are now pensioners called Kevin.  Dear God.  How the years whizz by.  

24 comments:

  1. Oh it's all so beautiful! Can't wait to see your lady garden... I need a LOT of solitude too, but have never lived alone and currently reside with three adults and a teenager. I have a lot of long walks/baths. Those bathroom tiles are perfect. J love grey. I do have a mustard yellow velvet curtain over the sunroom door too.

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  3. Oooh. Those gorgeous yellow armchairs. I experienced serious pangs of envy just now. Had to googlecheck that F&B really do have a shade called Downpipe Grey, 'cos I thought you were having us on, Miss Underscore.

    That is a lovely house, and no mistake.

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  4. Am absolutely loving the dark grey walls and mustard yellow furniture - works brilliantly!

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  5. Your house is adorable. You haven't told us about the black cat I think.

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  6. Your little piece of the world is charming......cosy and very you.

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  7. Gorgeous house and beautifully done. Sue xx

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  8. Wow, it's absolutely beautiful. Congratulations! Totally agree about solitude xx Rachel

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  9. It's absolutely beautiful - congratulations! Totally agree about solitude, xx Rachel

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  10. So glad that you are back. Also that you have moved forward with your house updates, something that I have yet to achieve.

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  11. The house is perfect ... Pym all over the place & Miss Marple (Joan Hickson) ... so delightful to see photos of a dwelling that has bookshelves!

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  12. That is an absolutely lovely house. It must have taken thousands of hours to get it like that. I hope you enjoy many more decades there.

    You'll have had enough for the time being, I know, but I wonder if you're thinking of opening the fireplaces at all?

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  13. Thanks for the comments about the house. The old place is beginning to be a source of happiness, rather than shame and misery - which feels good.

    Looby - the fireplaces in the dining and sitting room are both open and work. (Although do need sweeping). The issue is, other than at Christmas, whether I can be bothered with coal and logs etc. Sometimes a real fire feels like too much work.

    Jane - my dad (widower and father to 3 kids under 12) was a lover of the long, solitary walk as a way of finding tranquility. I do see the attraction of that - but I also the attraction of a physical space that is just my own is too powerful for me.

    The black cat is called Fig. I found him in February going through my bins. He was starved and only about 5 or 6 months old. He has been with me ever since. Although there was an awkward moment when, at the vets, I learnt he was microchipped and actually had owners 3 streets away! They didn't want him back though - he had been missing for so long.

    And yes, mustard yellow and grey is a colour combination I am obsessed with at the moment.

    Today I'm being measured for stair carpets and Kevin the Gardener is here again for some lady garden titivation. It is never-ending.

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  14. Your house is lovely. I am about to embark on some major work in my tiny one bedroom flat and am completely daunted by it all. You have done really well. Hope it is all making you feel better.

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  15. Oh it's lovely! I have got white metro tiles in the new bathroom of the Georgian Wreck. Not brave enough for colour! But I've been living with builders for 9 months now ...

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  16. What a beautiful home! It's so lovely and cozy and inviting. That bay window is absolute perfection. I'm so glad it's your haven.

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  17. Really beautiful and thoughtfully decorated home x it must lift your spirits every day. Its full of things and colours i like and is stylish without being slave to a trend. It seems to be very 'you' . I hope it's bringing you pleasure and comfort x

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  18. Really beautiful and thoughtfully decorated home x it must lift your spirits every day. Its full of things and colours i like and is stylish without being slave to a trend. It seems to be very 'you' . I hope it's bringing you pleasure and comfort x

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  19. I wish you would come back!

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  20. I wish you would too. Hope you're OK.

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  21. What a really beautiful house.
    You should be very proud.

    I would however ask you to return to the Heathcliff oriented stories of yesteryear.

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  22. Please start writing here again. Pleaaaaaaaassssse!

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