I’m a terrace tragic. I just love looking at the way people have either restored or reinvented them in Sydney. My all time favourite look is this. Red door, red letter box, checker board tiled steps and some black wrought iron at the front gate.
I’m also a bit obsessed with second storey French doors on terraces. Being able to open your full length window / door out into the morning and over your garden when you wake up would, I’m sure, make me a lot calmer in the morning than I often am.
But I’m just not programmed for terrace living. I have far too much stuff to cram into a standard Sydney one. I get a bit lazy when there are stairs between me and the room where things need to be put away which results in large collections of things on stairwells or at the base of staircases. I’m also not very good at tidying up after myself. That nifty screen that hides the front loader in the kitchen when it’s not in use? It’s going to stay open from the day I move in. The fold away washing line? Out all year round. I suppose we’d be set for a place to hang the Christmas decorations but then where would the laundry go? And then there’s the small matter of either street parking or else trying to negotiate a very narrow garage entry on a daily basis.
But then again, Woollahra is home to the Lord Dudley, a quaint little corner pub that’s only a short stroll from the terraces.
There’s the sweet sound of silence at SSG Manor 2.0 right now. My leaky shower head just got fixed! Just in time for the weekend and mum’s visit next week.
Do you live in a terrace? Has it made you a tidier person capable of living with less stuff?
Do you often go to playgroups? It was our first visit today and definitely not our last.