Its not just bricks and mortar to me

I have always searched for the beauty in all things and am not happy unless surrounded by loveliness. Mossy and I are true romantics and would much prefer to live in a decrepit, crumbling sandstone pit with Bonne dieu! no storage!,  than the shinest, most sparkling McMansion with walk in wardrobes galore. This continuously gets us into trouble each time we convince ourselves that we can manage with a washing machine under the stairs passed off as a laundry, climbing down two floors to the toilet in the middle of the night and creeping into Aris bedroom every morning for our clothes as it held the only wardrobe. Sounds bad on paper, but all of them and more we have lived with and loved them each to bits.

The same goes for our shopping and pretty much anything else in our life. What is a plastic wrapped loaf of supermarket bread when compared to a hand pounded woodfired crust purchased from the boulangerie. I will always pay more than I can afford for the glass bottles that the milk from The About Life comes in than the cardboard version at Woolies by justifying that I can use them for homemade passata afterwards right?

I struggle with the boredom of indoor exercise and only just manage to go for a daily walk as long as it is scenic and not of the landscape kind. Hiking through scrub and rockwalls holds zero appeal to me, it’s the ancient Sydney brickwork facades that get me going. My strolls carry me past some of the most beautiful homes in Sydney. And not because they are harbourside mansions overlooking the bridge, its the old beauties squashed together along quiet tree lined streets that I love to meander through and lose my way.

I like to dream that someday soon one of them might be mine as I fantasise about their configeration of rooms and how we would fit our menagerie of children, pets and street found furniture. I find a new one to obsess over each week, boring Mossy nearly to tears with my exclamations of love. One day.

Here are a few of my favourites.

Ending in a view thats free for all.

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  1. suzanne bateman

     /  January 24, 2012

    I will always love Darlinghurst for this exact reason! The porches and iron gates…like a tropical New Orleans…love.

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  2. Lady Moss

     /  January 26, 2012

    You are so right! The rustier those gates are the better! Divine! Let’s get ourselves lost there next time you come to visit!!! X

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