Now isn’t that funny? I’ve already written about our energy bill and today Fandango is giving us Eclectic………………. ah, oops. Brain typo.
Have you noticed though how sometimes we misread something because our brain registers something more familiar?
Eclectic is defined as ‘of different types and styles’, so a mishmash of old and new.
That was one thing I liked about Poole. They kept the Old Town as old and the new stuff was erected and developed on the outskirts. However, a lot of that is considered old now, being over 60 years ago and modern designs are creeping in on the fringes.
Our cottage was built in 1847 and was originally the village school. Over the years, bits were added to it and it became a private residence around 1950.
There was an extension on the side with a flat roof for the kitchen, and another extension for a bedroom and bathroom on the back, again with a flat roof.
Inside, was a mass of ideas and themes for decor, the only one we liked being the bathroom with black and silver wall tiles, but the peacock blue wallpaper was soon removed and the walls painted white instead.
No two door handles matched, not even on the door itself, and none of those matched either.
Our dining room was like walking into a blood clot, with dark red wallpaper, mahogany stained doors, a red carpet and red curtains. We discovered that one wall had been patched (badly) before painting, and they had painted round the serving hatch which was nailed shut.
The back corridor was passable being neutral beige and cream, so a coat of paint and ripping up the tatty carpet tidied that up.
The lounge was like walking into a field…… green carpet and curtains, green flowery wallpaper and two built in brick shelving units. Even the lounge suite when we viewed was green. Again, a wall had been patched where the TV had been, but at least from a distance the pattern lined up.
The smallest bedroom was bright you-need-sunglasses yellow with blue curtains and faded carpet. On decorating, we discovered a huge ants nest behind the skirting board, luckily it was abandoned.
The middle bedroom was purple and mauve, and the main bedroom terracotta.
The kitchen was a mess, and when we opened the built in oven door, the unit came away from the housing. The hob was directly under the boiler (!).
We spent thousands replacing carpets with quarry tiles, new windows and interior doors, a new kitchen, new shower (water came out of everywhere except the shower hose), a multi-fuel burner in the lounge, new oil boiler and replacement radiators.
Although we added modern to old, we decorated in sympathy with the building’s age. We used a lot of pine wood and linseed oiled it rather than varnished. It was home for 7 years, and had we been able to lift it up and put it somewhere else, we’d still be living in it.