Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
So it’s been sixteen months. I’ve more or less lost my sense of time. Some days I feel like I’ve been here forever, others I wake up and still expect to see the purple hibiscus I had outside my bedroom window at Villa l’Africaine. We still don’t have a normal routine as we did in Spain. That’s very much to do with the work at the apartments. At this point I really want that to be over so we can get back to work here on the house- and also back to a more pleasant and organised schedule.
The good and the not quite: I’m happy with the William & Mary chest we got for the entrance hall. The Milet/Sevres porcelain goes well with it. The mirror is unfortunately too small for that space. I can’t make my mind up on whether I want a rug there or not.
Work on the dining room has been completely paralyzed because the kitchens for the apartments are in there. It’s also where I’m restoring a mirror. It’s an absolute mess. The kitchen on the other hand is fully functional. I like it. It was a complicated room to work with, three doors and a large window to work around.
A bit more counter space would’ve been nice, but there was just no way to make that happen. There is the counter in the scullery which will be helpful once that’s done. The biggest success thus far is still the grey salon. I love it, and everyone who’s come through seems to like it as well.
The green room is a close second. Restoration of the Zuber wallpaper in there has also taken a back seat to more urgent things. But I did get another pair of (late 19th century) Nankin porcelain vases for the mantle.
…and now back to work in the garden 😀