The Home that my parents had when I was growing up, was a normal suburbia house with 4 bedrooms, one bathroom, one toilet, one kitchen, one small eating area and one small lounge room. The standard 70’s home. I remember when my parents redecorated the kitchen. The color scheme was bright yellow!! Then I remember my aunties home, which by the way was my aunties sister.They were so different! Her home was a classic victorian, built in the 1890’s. It wasn’t the biggest of houses, but the rooms were big double sized and they had extended the back of the house so there was a big kitchen and living room. I loved staying over there because my auntie collected and breathed antiques. You would walk into their home and feel at home. It oozed charm and character. And everywhere you looked there was something pretty to look at or rummage through, my auntie collected lots of things.
So as I grew older and could afford to buy what I liked, I naturally turned to antiques. I have promised myself that the next house I own will be a genuine old house.
This photo is of my fireplace, which has had alot of use. I love framing my children, so photo frames are scattered everywhere around my home. The gold framed picture above is a victorian reproduction of a young girl and her dog. I don’t like bare walls, I feel beautiful pictures make a room interesting and warm.
This piano I bought at an auction 11 years ago, and while it doesn’t get played much (my daughters can play), I cannot let go of it. This piano dates back to the early 1900’s and is missing the candleabras unfortunately.
My antique chest of drawers. Another piece I bought from an auction house many years ago. This one dates back to around 1890. Another peice I could never part with. On top sits a big cat doll. Yes, I love cats..