Kate’s going through a woodgrain phase at the moment, so this might just be the perfect house for her. While escaping my computer over the weekend, I went to Blairgowrie, a nondescript and pleasant beachside town not far from Melbourne (and not far from Rosebud – although didn’t make it to the op shops this time). It was cold and grey, and I was windswept and mysterious (or red-cheeked and boofy-haired, actually). I’ve been watching Number 9 (above and below) take shape in a little Blairgowrie street over the last year, and it’s finally finished. I think I like it. You’ll note I didn’t take any of those glossy interior shots à la Vogue Living, because that would’ve necessitated breaking in, but use your imagination, folks. I bet it’s gorgeous.
:: Arwen ::