the house

The house we renovate is a white wooden house built in the early twenties. The roof is made of beautiful chiffer tiles. It has a sunporch and many windows so the light floats beautifully through the rooms.When the sun sets we have a fantastic light show on our livingroom walls. We call it our private cinema.

We were looking for a place where we could realize some of our plans and projects; an organic garden, an atelier for S, a room for me to write in, a big kitchen for our veggie experiments, and a factory for smallscale production of something good. We wanted to be able to build up a sound studio, an organic bakery and plant a walnut tree if we felt like it. We wanted to have the open sea within reach. Last winter we found our house. It had everything of the above, or at least a potential of getting there.

So what we have is a frame at least. We have lots of space and charm both inside and outside, and we can hear the sea roaming in the background. It is a start. There are no straight lines, the paint is falling off everywhere, we do not yet have a kitchen or a real bathroom. Yet we love our house. It has a special mood. The first time I was here, I found ladybugs on the window sill. It felt like ours from the first time we saw it.