Once upon a time ... Color Swap When I began my adventure as a blogger, back in June of 2008, one of my very first post was dedicated to my
"little house" , the house that me and Mark had purchased a couple of years ago and for which permits were expecting restructuring. Here it is, our
maison de charme ...
From that post, transpired in our bitterness about the obstacles we put in front of the bureaucracy, it took another two years until September 28, 2010 ... Well, I gave birth, no? And what has this got to do with permissions? Obviously, that day was not the only one committed to "releasing" something big, because our beloved town of Genoa, it was decided and approved the restructuring of our project! The work will begin in the spring, now our architect and our contractor is moving to accommodate the latest bureaucratic slopes and then we will begin the long desired work to be done a little 'time, and removed what you will of structural do, in large part will be made by us, because certainly we do not have a massive capital to invest, we will have to put together the ants and mites on mites, brick by brick.
This is the state that is now our home. It 'a mile from my parents' house (where we live for now) and is on the sunniest side of a hill. E 'uninhabited for twenty years, but I can assure you that, even when it was inhabited, the state was the same.
The owners were friends of my father, as more or less everyone in Val Polcevera, and gave the job of selling it to Mark, who was working more in Bolzaneto. He took me to see her and I was thunderstruck: I had been there a thousand times as a child, with my father to treat a of the last cows in the country, or with my boyfriend Lorenzo childhood cycling because of the way Nicolli, starting from her grandmother's house and winds gently through the woods, was one of our favorite destinations.
too fond of Mark, but the request of the owners was very high for our pockets, so he continued to offer it to customers and actually brought in a couple of months to see so many people, because a detached house for sale in Murta is a rarity, but then everyone is frightened in the street, narrow and winding, even now quite ruined, and for the work to be done. The more people found it inappropriate, more We like it, because we are suffering from the syndrome Dynamite Bla, so we are more isolated in the countryside and the more we are happy.
fact is that now we were in love with our "very top of the misanthrope," stirred up by my parents who shared with us this love. My in-laws very least, a bit 'because they are accustomed to quite different types of houses, a little' because they shared the concerns of the general public on the discomfort. Indeed, if the outside was not in very good condition, the interior was a real cry, and think that an octogenarian lady has lived here so until the end of the eighties, even without a bathroom, because in fact the bathroom THERE '. The woman, nota in paese in effetti per non essere miss pulizia, utilizzava il trogolo in giardino (acqua a due gradi anche ad agosto) per lavarsi e la stalla per espletare le funzioni fisiologiche...
Questo è il piano di sopra:
E questa la cucina:
Si salva il tetto, rifatto da poco e, secondo noi, molto bello:
E poi, l'esterno... il giardino davanti, non enorme ma sufficiente per i nostri cani e le nostre necessità, ma soprattutto la collina alle spalle, con il suo uliveto... Uliveto???
Lo so, sembrava la savana, vi aspettate che una giraffa spunti da là dietro, eh?? Beh, the giraffe maybe not, but there is definitely a wild waving their paws ^ _ ^
In short, Mark spoke with the owner, cancel the task of mediation and we bought the house, always at a high price (even if in the meantime we managed to get them down a little), but this was and is our home, we could not see anywhere else. We have always seen through the eyes of the future, we see how to adapt and transform every detail according to our taste, she is there for us, as a pupa inside the cocoon, waiting to become a butterfly.
Then began the wait for four years, filled with some work on the municipal land, especially the povero, incoltissimo, uliveto
Abbiamo già fatto l'olio due volte con le nostre olive! Non una quantità esagerata, ma insomma, volete mettere la soddisfazione??
Adesso siamo pronti, adesso siamo in tre e quindi siamo più forti di prima, passiamo serate intere a disegnare la cucina, a sognare il nostro divano gigante, a immaginarci il fuoco nel caminetto... e se volete condividerò con voi i nostri passi verso la nostra casa dei sogni.
Buon weekend a tutti!
It 's a book of recipes, created by coating a standard notebook with material (reinforced with fusible batt), lace, a button and a label of the card. It is not the first time I create one of these cookbooks and have always liked a lot. Plus, the swap requires that you do not know the name of your combined until the last, so the objects must be selected in accordance with your taste, I like, so we're good :-) 
He added an agenda and a block for notes, covered with purple felt, really lovely, two cutters, which I collect. 
