Reno, New South Wales
Poor nverzeanu should have been warned that, when thinking of dream homes, I tend to think of Pee-Wee's playhouse and Richie Rich's mansion filtered through remote central Californian hodgepodge anything-goesness.
We've been (slowwwwly) plotting a great big reno to our dacha in Balmain, Centre of the Universe, and have some supercool plans, including a neat-o upstairs sunroom that, due to the steep slope in the backyard, can have a short set of steps leading down into said yard. WAIT. Is it too late to make the steps a Japanese zen garden moon bridge sort of thingy?
... which is the level of discourse/input I have tended to inject into brainstorming sessions. So I was impressed by Nick's tolerance last night as I experienced interior-design Rapture when I realised the very high ceiling in the back open area of the house would be perfect for hanging a narwhal skeleton from the ceiling with lamps dangling inside it.
"But," Nick said, thinking to defeat me, "lights inside the narwhal bones would cast a lot of shadows."
"Fantastic! Think of the cool patterns on the walls!" I said as my fantasy took on a whole new beautiful dimension.
Alas, the conversation shifted away rapidly to ridiculous things like kitchen devices, power source locations, &c. Our architect and my husband obviously have no visionary sense. Who wouldn't want to live inside a James Whale movie set, I ask you? Which reminds me .... hmmmm, the crumbling backyard windmill ... must suggest the crumbling backyard windmill ...
We've been (slowwwwly) plotting a great big reno to our dacha in Balmain, Centre of the Universe, and have some supercool plans, including a neat-o upstairs sunroom that, due to the steep slope in the backyard, can have a short set of steps leading down into said yard. WAIT. Is it too late to make the steps a Japanese zen garden moon bridge sort of thingy?
... which is the level of discourse/input I have tended to inject into brainstorming sessions. So I was impressed by Nick's tolerance last night as I experienced interior-design Rapture when I realised the very high ceiling in the back open area of the house would be perfect for hanging a narwhal skeleton from the ceiling with lamps dangling inside it.
"But," Nick said, thinking to defeat me, "lights inside the narwhal bones would cast a lot of shadows."
"Fantastic! Think of the cool patterns on the walls!" I said as my fantasy took on a whole new beautiful dimension.
Alas, the conversation shifted away rapidly to ridiculous things like kitchen devices, power source locations, &c. Our architect and my husband obviously have no visionary sense. Who wouldn't want to live inside a James Whale movie set, I ask you? Which reminds me .... hmmmm, the crumbling backyard windmill ... must suggest the crumbling backyard windmill ...