We moved to Melbourne at the end of 2012. We moved to Brunswick just north of the Royal Park about four months ago. It is visually one of the most interesting places I’ve ever lived in. The following are just some of my snap shots…..
Acustico Cafe on Union Street. I walk by it everyday and am amazed each time.
I caught this girl walking by the Town Hall. Loved everything about her.
My lovely girl had just spent three months in China. It was our first walk about the neighborhood.
Right off Sydney Road….
Beware! Yarn bombing on Sydney Road.
What will greet you when you go to Ray’s on Victoria Street. Yummy breakfasts, perfect coffee.
Not in Brunswick per se, but loved its sentiments…..
Wishing you and yours a profoundly Happy New Year!
My house is a character. She was born in 1905 and has sat on a corner lot in the middle of Brunswick, just north of the Melbourne CBD, being grand. I call her the Baroness. She has seen Brunswick change, from a plantation to a brick making center to Greek and Italian conclave to a downright hipster pad with superb coffee and even better graffiti. Down the street one of the shops is still engraved with the name of one of her owners, a not very nice man I’m told who in the 1920’s made oodles of money from his general store but refused to extend credit.
My house is what’s called here of the federation style. It’s a particular Australian style which overlapped the Edwardian era but embraced Australiana themes. Australian flora and fauna were prominently featured: kangaroos, wattles, bottle brush. Inside we have smoked doors featuring gum trees and stained glass windows glowing with sand and sea. The fireplaces are carved with Art Nouveau scrolls. The molding around the living room features lyre birds.
My house has so much character I have to resist making her into something she’s not. When we first moved in I had so many ideas. I wanted to lighten up her dark yellow and green trim. I wanted to plant cool clean hedges in place of the granny-fashioned row of lollypop white roses. I was aching to clamp a frilly verandah on her and make her beautiful. But once I arrived I realized she is who she is. For one thing she’s just not a verandah kinda gal. She’d look ridiculous. I have to respect that.
Do you see a writing blog coming a mile away….
I’ll spare you.
I just wanted to say that I’ve painting some rooms in lighter colors. I even painted the yellow tiles in the bathroom white. I didn’t know you could do that and it worked perfectly. The good thing about painting I’ve found is that your thoughts turn to your writing. In fact I thought up a great blog the other day as I painted, tongue stuck between my teeth, the intricate rose molding above the hall. It was witty, insightful, ground changing. Unfortunately by the time I finished the painting I’d completely forgotten it.
But I’m hoping more thoughts will bubble up about my novel as I try to finish rewrite phase. But some days my brain is exhausted. I have squeezed it dry of anything to do with the subject and it must fill up again. So it turns to bits and pieces and that’s fine with me.
The Baroness and I just hang out, listening to the birds outside the doors squawking their little hearts out. Wiping paint off our noses, we keep going. Because in the end that’s all that works.
Though occasionally I do feel her shaking her roof at some of my ideas.
kangaroo window by PDQPatterns.com