For the past week or so Daisy has been getting teary saying how she misses “Camperdown” which was where we lived in our teeny tiny terrace in Sydney. Of course this makes no sense to me as I most definitely do not miss Camperdown. I don’t miss one thing about it. Not a single thing. Sure it has great memories for me and will always remind me of very special times as a young family, but it’s not here. We’ve been looking at albums, and if we have music on, and it’s a slow song, she gets all melodramatic (as only she knows how – I have no idea where she gets it from!) and looks longingly out the window saying “I miss our beautiful hallway. And I miss our backyard.” And then tears roll down her cheeks. Seriously, what backyard is she referring to?!
But we have managed to bring a piece of Camperdown back into our new home – in the form of a kitchen island bench. We had a huge one in our last kitchen and it really was the heart of our home. The girls would sit and watch me cook, colour in or draw there, we would eat and drink and entertain around it. When we bought this house they had a bench in it (see a shot below from the real estate campaign) and take a look at how white and crisp they had it. I surely like me some colour…
Ever since we moved in I have been on the look out for that elusive table/bench. They have been either too short, or too wide, or just not quite right. Last week I was doing my weekly scour of Dirty Janes in Bowral (love love love love that shop & market) and spotted it! In the very same place where my spool drawer was sitting too. It’s my spot. A Bermuda triangle if you will that forces me to purchase things much to Rob’s dismay.
But I turned a corner, and there it was!
And on Saturday afternoon it was delivered and now it stands proudly in the middle of the kitchen. After day one of use of it I can proclaim it a huge success. I love it. Rob loves it. The girls love it. And Daisy said that it’s just like Camperdown. Except better, cause it’s here.