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I’ve developed a passion for secret gardens; hidden-away gardens and courtyards.  Having downsized from a property of just under 4000 square metres to one of just over 800, I have a newfound respect for gardeners who can turn a small area into an enticing, exciting, verdant space.  It’s reasonably easy to make a big gardens with huge trees and broad flower beds filled with shrubs, perennials and annuals look impressive.  It takes talent and imagination to make a small garden interesting.

My sister in law has just that talent.  She and my brother live in a townhouse in Cape Town.  Their complex is on the lower slopes of Table Mountain, below the cable station and very close to the city.  Looking at the building from the outside, you’d never guess  that one of the units has a magical garden hidden behind it.

As you walk in the front door of their home, your eye is immediately drawn to the lush, green oasis beyond the French door leading out of their living room.  Their garden is approximately 7 by 10 metres big and all you want to do is go outside:

 

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An old bathtub makes a perfect herb garden.

You’ve got to love the luxuriant tresses of the guy below:

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Pam made the pottery planter herself.

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That’s a cast iron cat silhouette on the wall above.

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An old Xhosa corn grinding stone finds new purpose as a birdbath.

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A Tiny Garden Shed hides beneath Star Jasmine.

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Baby Robins in Ivy on the Garden Wall.  

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Magnificent Clivia

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A Cape Robin Finds Cheese on the Feeder.

 

Each time I visit Cape Town, I look forward to visiting this enchanting garden.   It’s hard to believe that so much magic has been conjured out of approximately 7X10 metres.

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When it comes to gardens, my sister-in-law has made something very clear:  Paradise can come in quite a small package.

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(Some of the photographs in this post were taken by my sister-in-law, Pam Parkin.)

 

The London Underground is not exactly a space where you’d expect to find inspiration but it is where I rediscovered the magic of poetry two years ago.  I’m not sure whether this post belongs on Home-in-the-Making or elsewhere, but since it ends up in my garden, I’ve decided to include it here.

Subways and crowded carriages are not my favourite places and until overcoming a lifelong struggle with claustrophobia a few years ago, I almost never used them. Consequently, to suddenly catch sight of a breathtaking line of poetry printed inside a carriage rattling far below London was an unexpectedly lovely experience, to say the least. In that instance, I was reminded of “how extraordinary it is that poetry can, over the course of one sentence, flood your circuit board with loss, or anger, or love” (The Independent) and to that quote I would like to add ‘joy’.

“The swallow are italic again”.  The brilliant imagery of that line held me spellbound.  On closer inspection I realised that this was not random graffiti, but a whole poem, printed on the inside of the carriage along with several others.  In fact, the inside of that particular carriage seemed quite festooned with poetry.

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I made a mental note of the poet, Owen Sheers, googled him the minute I got home and then set out for the nearest bookshop.  So far, I’ve not been able to find an anthology of Owen Sheers’ poems, but I did find a book titled “Poems on the Underground” edited by Gerard Benson, Judith Chernaik and Cicely Herbert and I bought it immediately.

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As you can see, it is already quite well worn.

To quote from the foreword of the book, “Poems on the Underground started life in January 1986 as an experiment by three friends, lovers of poetry, who persuaded London Underground to post a few poems in its trains.” I for one now look for poetry every time I board the tube and am disappointed when I don’t find it.  I wish all the carriages could become travelling poetry books.

“Swallows”, I’d decided, needed to find a place in my new home and then on reading “Poems on the Underground” from cover to cover, I came across another poem I couldn’t live without either.

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Returning to South Africa, I set about looking for someone who would be able to transcribe these two poems onto stone for me and, thanks to Google once more, I found just the perfect person in a small, southern coast village of Still Bay (or Stilbaai as it is more commonly referred to by South Africans.)

Si’mon Huber  (http://www.stone2stone.co.za) turned out to be exactly who I was looking for and in a matter of weeks, with only email correspondence between us, he had carved the first verse of ‘Swallows’ and the whole of ‘Tin Roof’ onto beautiful sandstone blocks and had them couriered to me in Johannesburg.  What a find!  It is not often that one orders something sight unseen and when the finished product arrives it actually exceeds one’s  expectations. While I’d have loved to have all three verses of ‘Swallows’ in the garden, I felt I needed to exercise some self-restraint so have limited myself to just the first verse.  It was, after all, that first line that had so captured my imagination.

The poems are now comfortably settled; one outside the front door and one in the front garden.

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With one of the criteria given to our architect being that our house have an ‘iron roof’, this poem, ‘Tin Roof’, has special resonance.

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Close up.

Once “Swallows” was in place, I felt it might benefit from some ‘illustration’.

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While developing this garden, I have rather fallen in love with a shop in our neighbouring suburb of Greenside.  Tucked down a little panhandle and quite difficult to find, is Garden Bleu. (http://www.gardenbleu.co.za)  It is a treasure trove of garden ornamentation and is becoming a regular haunt.

When I realised that most of their products are locally manufactured, I asked Sascha – who manages the Greenside branch – if she thought they could make a few swallows for me to mount on the wall.  She asked me to find a few diagrams on the internet to use as ‘patterns’ which I did and a few weeks ago I collected seven beautiful swallow silhouettes for the wall.

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I had asked for them to be made with short ‘posts’ which could be bolted into the wall so that the swallows would stand proud of the wall itself.  This means that at different times of the day, they cast beautiful shadows of themselves against the wall.  Bernard, our architect, taught me about shadow lines.  Had I not gleaned that from him I would have probably asked for shapes that could be stuck straight onto the wall and I don’t think they would have been as effective

Sascha told me that she’d had a few extra swallows made alongside mine and that they’d already been sold.  It’s very refreshing to have found such an enthusiastic young business where anything seems possible. And, as with the sandstone carvings, the finished swallows were lovelier than I’d imagined.  Before our big ‘downsizing’ exercise last year, I never knew that having a small garden could be so much fun.

 

I had planned to write a garden update this morning but will postpone that until today’s dust has settled.  This post is coming to you live from my sofa and I am writing it with the sound of a burglar alarm ringing in my ears – and no doubt in the ears of most of my neighbours.

Parkhurst properties tend to be narrow with not much space between homes.  This means that trees planted on the boundary lines often encroach into neighbouring properties.  In this country, we are allowed to trim branches that overhang our fences and interfere with our roofs or gardens.

So on Friday morning I sent text messages to both my left and right neighbours, letting them know that we were expecting tree fellers here today to cut back branches on our boundary.

This is what I said:

“Hi there.  Just want to let you both know that we’re expecting tree people on Monday, hopefully in the morning.  They will be cutting back branches that are over our walls/touching our roof.  I’d very  much appreciate it if you’d switch off your electric fences while they’re working. Thanks. Jacqui”

I had a perfectly polite and co-operative response from my neighbour on the right while neighbour on the left took a different approach.  While I’m sorely tempted to include her message here, I’m not in the habit of peppering either my speech or writing with four letter words, and I won’t start now.  Needless to say, I did not take the trouble to reply and the tree men arrived, as arranged, about half an hour ago.

It would seem that we’re never going to be forgiven for building this house and changing this…

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View from the street

to this….

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I shared the message with Julian of Treeworks so he knew what to expect.  The electric fence had of course not been turned off so the alarm goes off each time the smallest branch lands on it and I suspect her armed response company must be calling her every five minutes.  This also means that the tree fellers are unable to pick up any debris that might have fallen into her garden and they have had to access all the trees from my side.  Ironically the trees are all either privets or syringa trees and if I’m not mistaken, both are regarded as ‘alien invaders’ in this country.

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Can you spot the man high up in the Syringa tree? He has carefully avoided the live electric fencing.

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Fellow workers looking on.  The white post to the right is part of the electric fence.  The man on the wall is standing on the wall we had to build a foot into our property, having been prevented by our neighbour from building on the common boundary.

This type of attitude is a mystery to me. There is no concern whatsoever shown for the men who are working around and above the live wires of the electric fence.  I have had several calls on my phone from an ‘unknown’ number (which I’ve ignored) and my husband has had one message left by our neighbour’s attorney requesting that he call back to discuss ‘damages’.  It goes beyond belief.  Fortunately Julian remains unruffled and his attitude transfers itself to his workers who appear faintly amused by the all the goings on.  If you live anywhere around here and especially if you have tricky neighbours, I can highly recommend him.

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I have maintained a fairly low profile but Julian tells me he has been on the receiving end of a verbal lashing from my neighbour who came back from her office especially to deliver it. He is unfazed.

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Our right hand side neighbour has obligingly switched off her electric fence.  Here they are trimming the poplars.

And now, to add insult to injury, a massive storm has broken over Johannesburg and we have had to hastily recall all the men in trees…  This is the first rain we’ve had in many weeks and probably the last we’ll have for many months.  The weather men have been taken by surprise as we’d been told not to expect any more rain until the summer so this is some – welcome – late relief.  Just a pity for us it has chosen today to fall and it’s bucketing down.  The men have taken shelter and it seems likely that this little drama will have a second instalment.  In the meantime we wait for a lawyer’s letter from our neighbour who insists that her electric fence was damaged earlier this morning. Julian doesn’t believe it and frankly, neither do I.  And if she’d switched it off for just one hour, as requested, all would have been well.

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A late and welcome – if inconvenient – storm breaking over Johannesburg.

 

 

 

 

In September last year my daughter had an offer accepted on a  small flat in Hampstead, London.  Securing a property, no matter how small, in London, is no mean feat and although her offer was accepted in September, it was early January before the solicitors ‘exchanged’ and late January before the deal was ‘completed.’  The hiatus between having an offer accepted and completion can be a nail-biting time as any number of things can go wrong, not the least being a change of heart of either party.

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So receiving the news that the deal was sealed, so to speak, was a cause for celebration.  South Africans have to make huge mental adjustments when buying property in London and it is impossible to draw direct comparisons between the space money can buy on the tip of Africa and what it can get for you in this humming, heaving metropolis.

It seems that my interest in space and decor has been passed on to my children. Juliet looked at lots of flats last year and each one was more depressing that the one before.  Her search was not confined to Hampstead.  She looked high and low finding each flat more depressing than the one before.

So it wasn’t without some fundamental requirements that she subsequently came to see a Mansion Block flat close to Hampstead High Street.  It just so happened that not only was I visiting at the time, but my sister from Sussex had also come up to London for the day so we were able to bring our combined experience to bear on the three flats we saw in Hampstead that day.  One subterranean lair still gives me the jitters just thinking about it.

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View of Hampstead High Street

The owner of this particular flat was at home when we visited and the flat was dingy and cluttered.  But it was oblong; shoebox-shaped with no funny angles or staircases to nowhere. (And yes, we’d seen a few of those.) Best of all, it had beautiful, tall, sash windows and although ground floor, faced onto banks of hydrangeas.

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At some stage, someone had fitted built-in cupboards down the longer side of the bedroom, meaning that a queen-sized bed could only fit with its headboard against the windows.  This gave the room a ‘stretched’, elongated look.   Then it turned out that the cupboards were so shallow it was impossible to hang coat hangers any way but one behind the other and adult-sized shoes had to lie longways…  Juliet’s first thought was to get those cupboards moved.  And her second was to get the entire flat painted from top to bottom and the floors redone.

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The bed, off centre, against the windows. One wall covered in dark, textured wall paper.

The keys were finally handed over and Martin, the  Polish builder, started work on February 1st.

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Keys at last

Martin calls himself a ‘Handyman’ but has proved himself to be so much more than that.  We think he has an engineering background and we know that he remains stoically undaunted no matter what household building obstacle is put in front of him.  In fact, I’ve seriously considered flying him out to Johannesburg to finish of our snag list here, once and for all.

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Built in wardrobes along ‘wrong’ side of bedroom. Note the smaller, mirrored door next to the window.

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Martin moved the mirrored cupboard door and installed it on the entrance hall cupboard.

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Here it is all spruced up and with a new Mother of Pearl handle from Portobello Road.

This time, he brought along two Polish helpers and the three of them together, in just two weeks, wrought miracles.  They expected to finish on the 17th of February and were apologetic about running overtime to the 18th, when they had to work side by side with two cleaners, miracle-workers in their own right.  By the end of last Thursday afternoon, when the builders handed back their set of keys and the cleaners left, the flat looked brand new and as though there had never been any previous residents.

The two biggest changes, other than installing new bedroom cupboards, were to repaint the entire flat and to refloor it.  The bedroom was carpeted, the small entrance hall and living room had very old, dark wooden floors that could not withstand further sanding and the kitchen floor, also wooden and equally aged, was a hazardous step up from the living room.

IMG_3182 Juliet found several floor samples she liked and after poring over  photos and one visit with her to the supplier, she settled on one she liked which is quite similar to what we have had installed in Johannesburg.

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Cupboards removed, beautiful new floors laid.

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New mirrored cupboards from Ikea.

The flat doesn’t get much direct sunlight although the windows ensure that it is not dark.  Mirrors are also very effective in ‘bouncing’ light around.

 

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The bedroom on the first night.

The bathroom, other than needing a shower screen, new cabinets and a very good scrub, was salvageable.  While the entrance, living room and bedroom have all been painted in Farrow and Ball Wimborne White, the bathroom and kitchen have been redone in plain white.

When you’ve looked at enough flats in London, a bathroom with an actual window is a big win…

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Bathroom as it was.

 

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Before…

And after…

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Bathroom now.

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Below is the kitchen on the day we saw the flat:

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The kitchen as it was.  Note door on the right – entry from the living room.

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Long drawer installed under the countertop and a shelf below.

With the exception of the oven which was not salvageable,  the kitchen is remaining essentially the same for now.  The door from the living room into the kitchen has been removed to create more space in what was a very inaccessible area behind it.

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Old oven and light fitting.

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New oven and induction hob installed.

The kitchen came with a washing/drying machine on the left and on the right of the oven, behind the panelled door, is a 6 place-setting dishwasher.

The workmen and the cleaners finished off at about 4pm on Thursday the 18th and the movers were booked to bring the furniture out of storage on Friday the 19th.  In Africa I’m not used to working to such a tight schedule.  I tend to always have a few days grace in-between times to allow for the inevitable delays and no-shows.  So it was not without a degree of trepidation that we awaited the arrival of the moving men on Friday 19th but they arrived absolutely on cue.

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Van in the slip road outside the Mansion Block  There was much discussion as to where to park it so as to cause the least inconvenience, but eventually the driver manoeuvred it right outside the front door closest to the flat.

A very busy day followed.  We unpacked as much as we could as fast as we could, so as to send away as many empty cartons as possible when the truck left. By the end of the day the flat looked very habitable.

The following day we set off in search of bedside lights and ended up in Heals on Tottenham Court Road.  I love having a good excuse to visit decor shops in other countries and Heals was a very rewarding place to spend a morning.

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I just loved these balloon ceiling lights and wished I had an excuse to buy them.

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Also loved these……..

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And these ‘balancing’ table lamps…..

Heals offered all sorts of distractions:

I loved the vividly-coloured fabrics and cushion covers they sell which so beautifully off-set the neutral base items that continue to be popular.

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Gorgeous Jewel Colours

And this is how the flat looked by the time I left two weeks later:

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Seeing this sort of transformation in two weeks was hugely satisfying. In the end it  came down to new floors and new light fittings, a fresh coat of paint throughout, an incredibly good clean and, most importantly, great workmanship from three Polish guys who take enormous pride in their work and for whom nothing seemed to be too much trouble.  They even came back the day after finishing, just to hang pictures.

And now I’m looking forward to having the time to get to know Hampstead much better.  It’s a beautiful part of London.

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Hello Hampstead! These crepes are worth the queue.

 

 

We have builders back on site.  Not the original ones, mind you.  We don’t want to see them again any time soon.  If ever.  Bernard has found us someone new and we’re doing a small alteration.

When we decided to downsize to a house with a small manageable garden, I believed I’d get by with only a garden service company every fortnight.  The small toilet and handbasin next to the garage would then have been more than adequate.  But during the moving process we ‘borrowed’ William, a young, enthusiastic Malawian man who works for friends of ours once a week.

William helped us in all sorts of ways both when we packed up the old house and put things into storage.  When we eventually moved into this house  and needed to collect  various potted plants and other garden paraphernalia which had been in the care of  long-suffering friends, we borrowed him again.

William showed himself to have great initiative and to cut a long story short, he is now our once-a-week gardener.  As our exceptionally hot summer dragged on and on, I started to feel the need of providing him with a shower rather than just a basin and I spent some time thinking about ways we could extend the little bathroom to accommodate one.

I asked Bernard about it and he came up with an excellent idea.  Our garage is extra- big and he suggested knocking an opening through the garage/bathroom wall and building the the shower cubicle out into the extra garage space.  It meant that neither the basin nor toilet needed to move and was quite the simplest and best option.

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So that is what it taking place right now.  This little job has had little impact on us and the workmen tidy up so thoroughly each night, you’d hardly know they had been here at all.  And I think it will make a big difference to William when it’s finished.

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The garden is growing beautifully despite the heat and water restrictions.  Desperately hot days have been interspersed with some spectacular and violent Highveld summer storms bringing drenching rains of several millimetres at a time.

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Summer Storm building up

This is what the garden looks like now:

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Fortunately the carefully thought out drainage on the south side of the house has worked well.  Unfortunately we have sprung a leak over the bay window on the north side and now need to get that roof more or less redone.

Inside, we’re making progress on a weekly basis.  Pictures have been hung and small changes made to the arrangement of furniture.  I decided to offset the yellow wood dining room table by using ghost chairs rather than more conventional wooden ones.  They look good and pick up on the glass of the staircase balustrades:

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I like the way the Ghost chairs leave the view almost unimpeded.

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After a Storm: The view from our balcony.

 

Having survived the whole house-building process running a full year over the expected completion date, there are probably quite a few nuggets of advice I could offer someone about to embark on a similar exercise but if I had to pick just one thing, it would be to keep ‘Inspiration Files’.  The minute the tiniest seed of the possibility of building your own home takes root, start a file.

I spent hours and hours poring over decorating and gardening magazines in the year leading up to us finding the right property on which to build and I soon learned that thinking I could simply go back to a particular page or article when I wanted it, did not work.  I lost things along the way and so I started cutting out and filing every single photograph or article that struck a chord.  It didn’t take long before my first file was too cumbersome to manage and so I started ‘sub-files’; one for kitchens and bathrooms, one for gardens, patios and pools and another one for everything else in between.  I discovered I have something of a passion for all things building and décor related and when I wasn’t buried in a decorating magazine, I was engrossed on Houzz or Pinterest although in the end Houzz seemed to work best for me.

When you keep photographs or on-line records of designs that appeal, over time a particular style becomes a theme throughout.  An unexpected advantage that this gave me when the time came to choose finishes was the speed and ease with which we were able to make decisions.  Before the first brick was laid, I had a pretty clear picture of how the finished house would look both from outside and in and it reduced hugely the amount of time we had to spend trawling around building supply stores spread around the dusty outskirts of Johannesburg.

The stored ‘library’ of photographs also proved very useful on one or two occasions when it was inexplicably difficult to convey an idea or image to a workman.  A picture does indeed  paint a thousand words.

Now, as the dust is finally starting to settle and our new home continues to unfold itself, I am finding it especially rewarding to see  how some things, that were once just ideas inspired by magazine pictures and photos on websites, have come into being.

One of the very first pictures I saved off Houzz was the one below.  I love baking but seldom managed to extract the relevant baking pan or tray from a drawer or cupboard without causing something of a metal avalanche and a cacophony of chaos.  This vertically divided drawer is simple and totally practical.  I don’t know why they’re not standard features in all kitchens.

Traditional Kitchen by Oak Brook Cabinets & Cabinetry Schuler Cabinetry
I showed the photograph to the cabinet-maker who built our kitchen cupboards and below is a picture of what I now have.  With hindsight, I wish I’d asked for two of them.
Baking Tray Drawer

Baking Tray Drawer

 

A couple of years ago, when this house was not yet out of the ground, I opened a British House and Garden magazine onto the page below:

Globe lantern Jamb stairwell

I can’t actually say what it was about this light fitting that so enchanted me, but it sent me off on a mission to find something similar.  While in London last June, by sheer chance I found something very similar at the Petersham Nursery Gardens in Richmond:

At Petersham Nurseries

At Petersham Nurseries

It was a fraction of the price of the Jamb one but would have required shipping.  And then, an off-chance visit to a lighting shop just a few kilometres from home, uncovered the ones below:

Another perspective.

Globe lanterns at 44 Stanley

It couldn’t have been simpler but I’d enjoyed the search.

Globe Lantern over our stairwell.

Globe Lantern over our stairwell.

 

Globe lantern seen from outside.

Globe lantern seen from outside.

And then there was my paternal grandmother’s rather beautiful chaise-longue:  It has had several incarnations in its lifetime even that I can remember; gold velvet, maroon velvet, then a slight departure from tradition, a dark blue check.  I felt it needed a new image but wanted some independent encouragement before embarking on a major change.  And I found it in the pictures below:

I seem to have cut this picture out of an American Elle Decorating magazine in 2013.

I seem to have cut this picture out of an American Elle Decorating magazine in 2013.

The photo above validated my idea of covering my chaise in something unexpected.

I loved this fabric but couldn't track it down.

I loved this fabric but couldn’t track it down.

 

I loved this one even more because of the introduction of blue.

I loved this one even more because of the introduction of blue.

I spent many hours and covered quite a few miles looking for something resembling the two stripy fabrics in the pictures above and then, one rainy afternoon in London last year I found myself with the time and inclination to go to Liberty’s.  Going to Liberty’s is always a treat but their fabric department is gorgeous and I spent ages just leafing through fabric samples.

 

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I was rewarded with the discovery of a whole selection of Pierre Frey fabrics, in particular the one below.

Couch/chaise longue fabric

Arriving back in South Africa, I established that Mavromac are importers of Pierre Frey fabrics and to cut a long story short the end result is this:

Granny's Chaise now brightly attired in the library.

Granny’s Chaise, now brightly attired, in the library.

Close up of stripy velvet.

Close up of stripy velvet.

I’m really happy with the way it turned out.  So much of the house is neutral but this offers a bright surprise as you turn a corner.

Then there was the water feature we wanted on the retaining wall in the driveway.  Below are the photographs I had kept from old South African gardening magazines:

This is my favourite.

Trough with 3 Spouts.

There was potential for the driveway area on the south side of the house to become something of a sun trap being brick paved and surrounded by pale grey walls and white garage doors.  I hoped that the sound of running water would off-set the heat and felt that cladding just that retaining wall with stone would soften the whole effect.  Quite fortuitously, quite early on in the building process, a man came in off the street and offered his services as a stone mason.  He told us where to find some of the walls he’d built in the neighbourhood and on the strength of what we saw, we hired him.  He did a beautiful job here and the end result is exactly as I’d hoped it would be.

Our driveway water feature.

Our driveway water feature.

And then there were the barn doors first spotted on Houzz.  I fell in love with the photo below and set about finding out if we could get something similar installed in our third bedroom and our guest suite, both of which have quite small en suite bathrooms.

Contemporary Bedroom by Tineke Triggs
 Amoretti, who supplied all our doors and windows, were able to source the barn sliding mechanisms for me and were happy to install them.
Barn sliding door in bedroom 3.

Barn sliding door in bedroom 3.

 Bedroom 3 is still very much a work-in-progress but the door is beautiful and works really well in providing privacy and ease of access to a small bathroom.  We were so pleased with it, we immediately ordered another one for the guest suite:
Barn slider in guest suite.

Barn slider in guest suite.

And from another perspective.

And from another perspective.

And let’s not forget the scullery….
Barn sliding door scullery
The picture below was one of my favourite kitchens on Houzz and I particularly liked the shelves in the island for keeping recipe books close at hand.
Beach Style Kitchen by Chatham Architects & Building Designers Siemasko + Verbridge
I had similar bookshelves built into my island and in the picture below you can also see glass-fronted display cupboards;  another idea gleaned from Houzz.
Island Recipe Book Shelves.

Island Recipe Book Shelves.

The photograph below, taken from Houzz, was one of my favourite kitchen pictures.

Traditional Kitchen by Millbrook Architects & Building Designers Crisp Architects
Kitchen display cupboards.

Kitchen display cupboards.

Under counter windows and display cupboards.

Under counter windows, also seen on Houzz and display cupboards in our new kitchen.

Oggie Flooring adverts are beguiling.  We’d chosen our floors before our foundations were dug.

Magazine Advertisement for Oggie Floors.

Magazine Advertisement for Oggie Floors.

 

Oggie floor in situ!

Oggie floor in situ!

And finally, there’s the pool.  I had several photographs filed including this one.  I found it quite difficult to get my way with the ‘pool man’ who seemed to have quite set ideas about how a pool should look; essentially bright turquoise with an equally bright mosaic edging. This photograph was particularly helpful.

One of the magazine photos I kept as inspiration for our pool.

One of the magazine photos I kept as inspiration for our pool.

And as a direct result of having this photo filed, we’ve ended up with this:

A view of our pool from the south east corner of the garden.

A view of our pool from the south east corner of the garden.

The pool is 10 metres long but quite narrow.  I hoped it would resemble a farm dipping tank.  I’m not sure that it does but I do like the effect of the dark grey lining and simple cement tile coping.  The mosaics, hard to see in this photo, are dark grey glass. The three fountains are connected to the filter pump but can be switched on and off separately.

Going over this post, I can’t help feeling that keeping all those files and records was absolutely invaluable.  And I still enjoy going through them and I still keep adding to them.  What can I build next?

 

My wire chickens have finally come home to roost.

My beautiful beaded, wire chickens – made by a Zimbabwean called Stuart and bought on a nearby street corner – have finally come home to roost.

It’s been a while….  Settling into a house still teeming with workmen has been quite challenging and very time-consuming but in the meantime, the garden has started to take shape and it’s all looking more like home.

There are four distinct parts to the garden:  the pavement (sidewalk) garden, the office garden, the driveway and what we call the front garden but which would probably be called the ‘back’ garden in the States.

I called in the help of a friend of mine who has a small landscaping business, Parktown Gardens.  Marion helped with various ‘rejuvenations’ of our old Dunkeld garden and I knew we’d understand each other here.

So this is how things are looking now:

The garden team arrives and gets started.

The garden team arrives and gets started.

 

Laying out the flower beds in the front (north) garden.

Laying out the flower beds in the front (north) garden.

The bench against the wall was originally in my mother’s East London garden and has survived several moves.

Plants waiting in line.

Plants waiting in line.

Standard Iceberg Roses, Jasmine and Agapanthus in the narrow bed on the west side of the driveway.

Standard Iceberg Roses, Jasmine and Agapanthus in the narrow bed on the west side of the driveway.

 

Front entrance taking shape.

Front entrance taking shape.

Starting to come together.

Starting to come together.

Water feature functioning at last.

Water feature functioning at last.

Water Feature up-close.

Water Feature up-close.

The flower bed along the front of the house.

The flower bed along the front of the house.

As you can see, there is still some building work to be done.  Where the loose tiles are laid between the beds, there are supposed to be more steps.  Unable to face asking this contractor to start anything else at this stage, I will tackle these sometime in the future…

The bed along the east boundary wall.

The bed along the east boundary wall.

First Crested Barbets to visit.

First Crested Barbets to visit.

In the absence of a big enough tree, I have resorted to a metal stand on which to hang a bird-feeder.  Perhaps it’s the proximity to the park but we were astonished at how promptly the local bird population came to visit.  Within hours of hanging up the feeder, Thrush, Cape Robins,  Grey Louries, Weavers and these beautiful Barbets had all come to their own house-warming party.

As you can see, there are still building materials piled up in the corner next to the pool and we’re still waiting for the decking to be installed.

 

Garden office yellow cymbid

Garden office pink cymbidBoth these cymbidiums survived the move including a few months of neglect while we were in Cape Town.

The first clivia and first (white) azalea flowering in front of the office.

The first clivia and first (white) azalea flowering in front of the office.

We’ve planted buffalo grass in between the pavers but it seems to be taking rather a long time to get established.

Planters around the office.

Planters around the office.

We’ve put five of these planters along the high-level bed around the office.  There are bougainvillea plants in all of them, chosen to withstand the heat and in the hopes that they will eventually ‘tumble’ over the edge of the stone wall.

Standard fuschia next to the front step to the house.

Standard fuschia next to the front step to the house.

There are lots of gaps to be filled in with annuals and I hope to get to that soon.  In the meantime, it’s such a relief to have a garden again and the lawn has even had its first mowing which took all of 5 minutes.   The sprinkler system is up and running and we hope our summer storms will not be too late in starting this year.  Watch this garden grow!

I looked up the meaning of ‘discombobulate’ a few days ago as the word kept hovering on the edges of my slightly frazzled mind and seemed somehow appropriate to the way I was feeling: slightly disoriented, very confused, and somewhat frayed around the edges.  Seems it is a word that hails from North America, has a humorous connotation and is a reference to being disconcerted or confused.  Well, I’m not so sure about the humorous bit but the rest does seem to describe the way I felt during the first few days of last week.

Eddies came with two trucks.

Eddies came with two trucks.

The move did happen, as planned, on Friday, July the 17th.  The move of the furniture, that is.  The morning dawned bright and sunny but freezing cold and my feet turned to ice as I stood in the newly paved driveway directing pieces of furniture to new destinations.

Johannes and his team.

Johannes and his team.

It was reassuring to see the same Eddie’s team who moved us out of Dunkeld under the competent leadership of Johannes, climb out of the truck and start the process of unloading numerous cartons and then pieces of furniture that had been in storage for the past 6 months.  It must be a thankless job, really, lugging someone else’s heavy possessions around and this team did it in the best of spirits.  Most of the men seemed to be Zulu-speaking and some of them even sang as they worked.  Within just a couple of hours everything was unloaded and stacked either in the house or in the garage and all the boxes and individual items of furniture had been ticked off Johannes’ list.  It was a pleasure dealing with them.  It wasn’t straightforward as despite all warnings, there were builders and workmen everywhere and the moving men had to pick their way over people and equipment but they did so without complaint.

Competing with the electric gate motor man.

Competing with the electric gate motor man.

 

Heavy Loads

Heavy Loads

Once they had departed though, the real work started.  It was daunting trying to decide where to begin, not least of all because the house was still teeming with builders.  We had numerous offers of help from friends, coffees hand-delivered and suppers promised but in the end, the process of unpacking and deciding what should go and what should stay comes down to the individual and there’s just no escaping it.  All well-wishers were given the option of dropping in for drinks the following week.

We finally followed our possessions into the house on Sunday afternoon.  We collected the three cats from the cattery (where they’d been resident for 6 months) at 5pm and brought them, squawking and squeaking to their new home.  They’ve settled in very well although we haven’t allowed them outside yet and keeping them in is quite challenging with so many people still in and out.

Monty settling in.

Monty settling in.

Izzie on a favourite chair.

Izzie on a favourite chair.

Mishka without a care in the world.

Mishka without a care in the world.

Daisy, after the peripatetic  life she’s led this year, has adapted well and loves her daily runs in the park.

Straight through the garden gate... Daisy Heaven.

Straight through the garden gate… Daisy Heaven.

 

Thursday became the ‘come round for a drink day’ and when it rolled around we did think we must have been crazy to suggest it but it turned out to have been a great idea.  It was motivation to get better organised and nice to simply have fun and enjoy the space instead of working in it.

So from looking like this on Thursday morning –

Thursday Morning.

Thursday Morning.

 

We managed to get the living room looking like this by Thursday night –

 

Thursday Evening.

Thursday Evening.

Throughout the building process, I’ve been quite surprised by the number of people who’ve asked if we’ll be ‘buying all new furniture’ or simply making the assumption that we’d be doing so.  That is quite a foreign concept for me.  My favourite pieces of furniture are things that have been around me all my life.  Some of them belonged to my parents and some to my grandparents.  Seeing these much loved items ‘reincarnating’ themselves into new spaces and places is – for me – one of the most satisfying and fulfilling aspects of finding our feet in this new home.Moving Sue's orchid

And now with each passing day and each carton unpacked, we feel better settled.

Unpacking books in the library.  All those boxes are already empty.

Unpacking books in the library. All those boxes are already empty.

I did email the contractor today, however, to remind him that just because we’re at this address doesn’t mean the house/building site we’re living in is complete.  With the exception of a few subcontractors, there has been a marked lack of progress since we got here.  The generator, delivered weeks ago, is still not in operation and we have already had several episodes of  load shedding.  It’s a little frustrating  to think of it sitting in the ‘bunker room’ twiddling its little generator thumbs while we stumble around in the dark or sit doing crosswords by the light of our indispensable headlamps….

But I’ve also messaged Bernard several times just to tell him how absolutely lovely the house is.  In terms of the spaces, the light and the flow, it has turned out exactly how we hoped it would and we’re loving being here.

Showered with orchids.

Showered with orchids.

Every now and then I stop in my tracks somewhere and remember envisaging that particular spot or space when it was just a couple of lines intersecting on a sheet of paper and now it is a room with a shaft of sunlight falling exactly where we hoped it would.  So far, I think it’s safe to say it is surpassing our expectations.  In fact, I’m starting to feel almost “recombobulated”.

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We’re supposed to be moving in tomorrow and to mark the occasion we are having a most unseasonal, wild wind and rain storm in the middle of our notoriously dry Highveld winter.  With any luck it’ll have blown over by tomorrow but luck has been in short supply recently so we will have to wait and see…

I had a cleaning service in today, Bright & Spotless.  They did a ‘post occupation’ clean when we moved out of our old house and they did a pretty good job today, despite the builders’ best efforts to keep everything as dusty and chaotic as possible.

Just for the records, this is how things looked today:

The weathervane is up at last.

The weathervane is up at last.

The weathervane, sourced a few months ago in Cape Town is finally up.  It is a beautiful tribute to Jason, Bonnie, Tessa and Cody, the Golden Retrievers who have shared our lives.  It is immensely satisfying to see something that was just a little idea, finally materialise in place.

Bedroom 3

Bedroom 3

Barn sliding door in bedroom 3

Barn sliding door in bedroom 3

This third bedroom is the smallest room in the house and it has a tiny en suite bathroom.  A sliding door was far more practical than a conventional one and I had seen similar ‘barn’ sliders on Houzz.  Amoretti, the company which has supplied all the doors and windows, were able to find the fittings locally and it works really well here.  We’ve put one between the kitchen and scullery too and I may change the bathroom door in the guest suite as well.  (But we’ll let the dust settle a bit before I start suggesting any changes…)

2nd bedroom

2nd bedroom

2nd bedroom cupboards.

2nd bedroom cupboards.

The same company who built the kitchen units, built the bedroom cupboards (‘closets’ for the Americans…).  There is a similar one in bedroom 3.

Bedroom 2 from another angle.

Bedroom 2 from another angle.

En suite bathroom for bedroom 2.

En suite bathroom for bedroom 2.

The bathroom for bedroom 2 is compact but we managed to fit in a separate bath and shower. Bedroom 3 has only a shower.

Pyjama Lounge at the top of the stairs.

Pyjama Lounge at the top of the stairs.

Main Bedroom

Main Bedroom

The bed (delivered today) should be on the opposite side of the room.

Main bedroom from a different angle.

Main bedroom from a different angle.

Dressing Room all cleaned up.

Dressing Room all cleaned up.

Dressing room with glass door to bathroom.

Dressing room with glass door to bathroom.

Main bathroom.

Main bathroom.

Main bathroom shower.

Main bathroom shower.

Basins waiting for mirrored cupboards.

Basins waiting for mirrored cupboards.

The toilet has its own little room within the bathroom.

The toilet has its own little room within the bathroom.

The stairwell does not look ready for moving men.

The stairwell does not look ready for moving men.

Kitchen almost but not quite finished.

Kitchen almost but not quite finished.

Living/Dining room not quite there yet either.

Living/Dining room not quite there yet either.

Raucous Hadedas have already decided that the roof is a good vantage point.

Raucous Hadedas have already decided that the roof is a good vantage point.

It was lovely to finally see some of the spaces cleared and I wish we had more time to enjoy the house almost complete but empty.  Although the pictures might give the impression that everything is finished, there are still hundreds of things to sort out and there is not one room that will not still need a workman in it –  somewhat daunting at this stage.

So, while our furniture and dozens of boxes will arrive tomorrow, we still can’t be sure that we’ll be able to sleep there tomorrow night.  In the meantime the wind has died down and the rain is now just a whisper.

 

Well, we didn’t make the 10th of July and we’re now booked to move in on the 17th and we really can’t push it out any further.  I was warned that the ‘finishes’ take a long time but this seems quite ridiculous.  And it’s hard to believe that with literally a week or two to go, the contractors can still make monumental mistakes.

Last weekend I arrived at the house to find huge holes chopped out of all the showers.  After weeks of insisting that the reason we were not getting hot water in any of the bathrooms was because of a problem with the gas geysers, the plumber finally admitted that the mistake was his as he had put all the diverter pipes in the wrong place.  By this stage all the walls had been plastered and tiled.  Last Saturday was not a happy day.

The diverters have all been repositioned this past week and fortunately the tiler – a private subcontractor with nothing to do with Esprit, managed to source a box of tiles from the same batch originally used, so there are no colour variations where the repairs had to be done.

Little by little we’re inching forward.  Site visits are still a complete headache as we continue to  discover unexplained discrepancies.  Amoretti installed two lovely ‘barn’ sliding doors, but fitted them with bright yellow brass handles completely at odds with all the other ‘door hardware’ in the house…  A rather portly gentleman from the kitchen and cupboard company managed to break the bullnose off the bottom stair yesterday, while a misguided cleaner mopped unsealed marble with filthy water and singlehandedly changed the colour of all the bathroom floors which now have to be ‘skimmed’…  We have decided to delay that process until we’ve moved in so as to have a modicum of control over it.  And last of all, the library shelving which is meant to surround the sliding doors, has been installed straight across the door opening, reducing the height by approximately a foot…  This is completely and utterly inexplicable and when I asked the complacent, genial cabinet-maker to show me the drawing from which he was working, he replied that he ‘didn’t have one…’

And so we fight on.  This is how things are going:

The chimney pots are in place.  Heather in Suffolk, this one's for you!

The chimney pots are in place. Heather in Suffolk, this one’s for you!

The generator has been delivered.

The generator has been delivered.

The generator looks alarmingly small but apparently they have become more ‘streamlined’ of late.  It has not been connected yet, but hopefully once it is up and running, it will be able to keep the more essential parts of the house functioning during our increasingly frequent power outages.

Godfrey, a bricklayer, working on the steps from the garden to the path.

Godfrey, a bricklayer, working on the steps from the garden to the path.

The front garden (by which I mean the area on the north (sunny) side of the house, not the side where the front door is – this can be confusing for Americans…) has been raised to just below the level of the veranda.  These steps are necessary for getting down to the path that runs down the west boundary and leads to the park.  They are steeper than I would have liked but I didn’t want them to encroach too far into the lawn and garden.  I have had gaps left in them for planting.

Some of the kitchen appliances are in place.

Some of the kitchen appliances are in place.

The oven still has to have its ‘feet’ attached which will raise it to the correct height.  It is still wrapped in plastic.  In this photo you can see the small, glass-fronted cupboards running along the top.  They are lit by tiny lights above.  Having downsized considerably, these are for displaying favourite pottery items that I seldom use.  There will not be much other storage space in the house for non-essentials.  I saw cupboards like these in several American kitchens on Houzz, to which I’m mildly addicted.  I had a little trouble getting the cabinet-maker to understand exactly what it was I was looking for and arrived one day to find them fitting solid doors – despite the clear evidence of the light fittings.  But now they’re done and it was worth the effort.

The oven is still wrapped in plastic. It is a Smeg with a gas hob and electric oven.  Fortunately I have got used to using a similar one in the house in which we’re currently living and I’ve loved it.  The kitchen tops are Caesarstone and the colour is panna cotta. I chose it with the idea that it would tie in with the wooden floors – once they’re uncovered.

Fridge and Microwave in place.

Fridge and Microwave in place.

Trellis going up on the driveway wall, opposite the garage.

Trellis going up on the driveway wall, opposite the garage.

So this was how things looked on Friday afternoon.  Each time I visit the site I come away with Dusty Springfield’s “Little by Little” playing in my head.  ‘Little by little by little by little by little,’ we inch towards occupation.