When you were growing up, you probably dreamt of the day you’d have your own place. I was way too dorky to get invited to house parties and do normal teenager things like hook up with boys, so daydreaming about my future house was pretty much my hobby. One of my first (and quite possibly strangest) blog posts was about how I even kept a glory box.
Fast forward to actually having my adult home and the reality has been so different to what I had imagined! The quaint English-style cottage with a rose garden I envisioned buying when I was a teenager somehow became a 3x2 brick and tile, fixer-upper 70s house in the ’burbs.
A bit of planning turned this rental house into a lovely home. You can see the home tour here. Photo by Heather Robbins.
Sure, I liked the house when I first saw it at the home open. It made me smile. That lion’s head door knocker! Shagpile carpet! A 1970s bar! Orange glass windows! We threw a 70s-style housewarming in celebration and took Polaroids. And we got a dog.
Nala then and now! I got Nala a few weeks after I moved in. She is now a permanent fixture on our bed. (I'm only half-kidding, she sleeps here every night, head on the pillow, body under the doona,...