Its Delightful, Its Delicious, Its Delovely

The theme for today's post is inspired by Woody Allen's movie 'Midnight in Paris'. A delightful and magical tale where present day characters step back in time to 1920s Paris. Cole Porter and his music feature (along with many prominent artists and authors) which prompted me to go out and get some of his music. Its catchy, and ever since I have been humming his songs.

Its delightful ......

In desperate need of a coffee and cake fix - Mum and I escaped to Benedict House for a slice of quince and almond tart and passionfruit cheese cake in the delightful outside courtyard which had a very Provence feel about it.

Its delicious ......

I finished making the ginger beer that I started last week. Its hard to tell in this photo, but it had bubbles and everything. And it tasted just like the real thing. This kept us going all weekend whilst we renovated a little cottage.

Its delovely ......

Some of you know about my house addiction. These are some before and after photos of my latest house project. Its old (of course) and cute, although it needed a little TLC.

Before: the hall. 

 Everything needed a serious clean from smoke stains on the walls and ceiling. Gross!

Before: the bedroom 

The renovation team (aka Mum and my sister Sim) hard at work.

 

Because I am the tallest I get all the fun jobs, like cleaning and painting the ceilings!

Before: the lounge room

After: the bedroom. No more blue walls

After: the hall way. 

 The pine paneling was painted which made such a difference and made the house feel much 'lighter'.

After: the Kitchen. 

After: the lounge room. Freshly painted everything!

This is the view from the kitchen window. Cute!

My Sisters House

Last weekend was spent at my sister's house. Our project was to transform the back room in a weekend.

My sister's house is a magical place, with big thick walls, deeply set windows, tin roof and a wide verandah which wraps around the front of the house.

Most of the light switches are cords which seem to stretch forever up to the 12 foot high, pressed metal ceilings and the kitchen has an old wood fire for the stove.

It reminds me of my Grandpa's farm house which was a grand old place that used to sit on a hill overlooking paddocks of wheat, cows and sheep.

Anyhow, we got stuck into work. Cracks in the brickwork were filled with concrete, old flaky paint was scrapped off and new paint covered the lilac purple hue of yesteryear. (note the two bottles of french champagne that feature on the shelf).

At the end of a hard day's work we relaxed in front of the first fire of the season.

On the very cool green velour lounge x