I also have a 3 meter slab with a ‘Y’ shape on the end which I will run along the left side 30cms above and behind the sink which will serve as a breakfast bar–some tiles behind the tap–the fridge goes on the right next to the kitchen tidy and the recycle bin–there is a window behind the stove and wall on the right.
All windows are from local blackbutt hardwood with the best (German) locking mechanisms which allow windows to tilt down from the top and open sideways as well. They are all double glazed and close airtight. I am exchanging the handles for something lighter–brass.
A friend (Greg–see second photo) is making these stairs from his library of wood kept in three sheds and curing for 15 years–the boxwood uprights (photo three) are cut from the bush.
The handrails and various features are still to come–I have collected twisted wood which has been drying on my porch for 2 years.
This started with the bamboo being dug from the ground roots and all–the roots were trimmed to form a knob and cloth, paint, stitching added to taste.
The sink is copper with matching tap.
Aged local hardwood, new imported cooktop.
As kids we made things like this but the workmanship then never gave me the authenticity I wanted (now I am re-living my childhood).
The axe-head is carved from hard wood and burnished with a grinder and coloured to make it look like rough cast iron.
Aged local hardwood recycled from slab fencing–the drawers have store-bought runners so they draw open and closed very smoothly without friction–on an earlier cupboard drawer I used a couple of marbles in a grooved track under the drawer and that worked well but these had to be good enough to use several times a day..
The first photo was taken at sunrise.
Needlework is very relaxing and satisfying for me–tying things together, fixing things up. There is a high degree of control and plenty of accidental effects. The colours are ready-made and vibrant, and the textures are subtle and varied with microscopic detail. It is like painting with needle and thread. This hand-made hand-bag is thumbing its nose at the sewing machine!
The bag was always meant to adorn the book case on which it hangs–adding some decoration, colour, and softness.