On those days I pick my daughter up from school we (very infrequently) walk the 8 minute walk to collect her. Yes you read correctly. It is an 8 minute walk and I am often Too Busy to walk it. Talk about not stopping to smell the roses.
A street around the corner from our house has a row of 6 Victorian double fronted two storey houses, all with elevated and lovely entrances. It is rare to see such an unspoilt row in my part of Melbourne. Or really anywhere for that matter.
I have a bit of a thing about front entrances.... Equally I have a thing about other people's houses. Don't we all? Ever since I was a little girl I have loved to imagine what is behind those front doors. And I think the way a house presents itself to the world says so much about the inhabitants. How clean is the verandah or front terrace? Is it stacked up (as mine was recently) with packing boxes too large to throw out? Does it have prams and other paraphenalia parked outside? What colour is the front door? How much personality of the owners can you see in the closed off face a house presents to the world?
So here are the houses of my journey.
This house is a lovely pale pistachio colour.
This house has a bluestone front terrace, planted with camellias.
This is my favourite - topiary, bluestone and a quirky Mexican glass star light hanging over the entrance.
Tesselated tiles are not my thing but there is a lovely consistency in the tones of this entrance.
Look at the lovely urns in triplicate.
I am aware that this is a slightly weird, nosy parkerish thing to do, so thank you to the owners....
Oh, and here is my front door, on a relatively neat day.
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