This is not my house; it is a space where a tiny little bit of my heart resides.
This is where, one evening, taking advantage of a power cut, a very unromantic man lit candles, dropped to one knee, and proposed marriage.
This is where my son lives now, surrounded by the cries of peacocks, and noisy vendors, and deep deep silence at night.
This is where my first grandchild will come home to, very soon.
This is where I come back to, sometimes, to recharge, to connect, where I sit in the old planter's chair that belonged to my adoptive parents, drink coffee strong enough to have the cook clicking his tongue in disapproval, and think about how far life has taken me, away from my dreams, and surprisingly, still, it's all good.
The NRF museum staff took “Rethinking Whitehorne House Museum” on the road to the New England Museum Association’s 100th Annual conference for an interactive demonstration station this morning. Thank you to everyone who shared with us their insights, experiences, and new ideas for this museum!
The bookshelf is in and I’m thrilled with how it came up. After much debate (thank you @the_little_crooked_house and @clocks_at_briag )
I evened out the tone of the backboards with @howard_products Restorafinish then gave the whole thing a good rub with Feed n Wax (see my stories)
It has brought out the beautiful grain in the hardwood and embraced the two tones of timber used. It now smells deliciously of beeswax and oranges.
This piece epitomizes early Australian handmade furniture, I’d say Mid to late 1800’s possibly early 1900’s when furniture was made to serve a purpose with what was to hand. It has mortice and tenon joints and adjustable sawtooth shelf brackets. The back tells the real story of age with rough sawn tongue & groove panels. It has 3 adjustable shelves and measures 130cm h x 108cm w x 31cm d.
Can be delivered locally free of charge or DM for delivery options further afield
yesterday we started the rebuilding the lining/ceiling (don't know how to call it), unfortunately almost all the base of it was destroyed by the termites.
can you imagine the amount of dust and dirt that fall off after we tear it down? oh my sweet Jesus. this was built in 1890, and when my grandparents moved here they rebuilded it.
anyway, today we're going to continue the work. .