I love my little house by the sea side. The funny thing is that generally people find it fascinating to see how artists live. Our house is full of noise and colour and people. We live with 3 dogs, a cat, a parrot, 4 finches and a horse, my mother-in-law and Zelda, our ‘adopted’ daughter. (+all the friends she brings home)
Its rare that the house is quiet, like right now. I’m sick with flue, sitting typing in my pajamas, in the lounge. Hubby went for a cycle, Zelda and friends gone for a drive and m-i-l (mother-in-law) gone shopping. Its just me and the menagerie of animals.
I love all the hustle and bustle. I grew up as an only child in a very quiet and hard working family. We hardly had visitors.
However, in our house we generally tend to cook extra because we never know who is coming for dinner. Zelda had brought so much life and laughter in our lives. It would be difficult to imagine our lives without her and her crowd of friends.
I suppose our house could be described as ‘Bohemian’. I have a love for old things, especially that which has been thrown away by others. I love to rescue old things and give them a new lease on life. It originally started because we could not afford anything else, and then just became a lifestyle and a love. All our furniture, oriental carpets, cupboards etc has been rescued either from the rubbish dump or the side walk. (Even our animals are rescued cases). A few pieces like the yellow Art Deco cupboard and the small lounge set I inherited from my beloved gran.
Our house is a mess, but I love it. It is always full of ‘dog nose art’ on the windows, hairs on the carpets and noise. (with the occasional quiet, like today)