Sometimes I take a sharp breath and release it slowly and softly through my pursed lips as I’m web surfing. Sometimes I find a place that is so perfect for me that there are no words. Sometimes my dreams come to life and jump from my computer screen. Sometimes I find an interior designer that has “it”. Maurice Padovani has looked inside my mind and teased out a house that ticks all my boxes without ever having met me. There is one problem though. He built it in Marseilles, France not Australia. I’d have thought if he could read my mind without ever having met me he could get that right too. Oh well I’ll just have to move to the South of France. Life is tough 😉
P.S. For those who found the OSB (oriented strand board) a little overpowering in a previous post, here it is again only “whitewashed”.