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Way back in 2006, I felt like Dave and I were in a relationship rut.
We were living together in the home I bought before we met and Dave was paying me rent as my boarder.
It felt like the most awkward thing in the world reminding my boyfriend when his rent was due.
Dave was showing no signs of being ready to ask me to marry him, so I was keen to see him show me in another way that he was in it for the long haul.
I longed to have a place that we could call ours and not something that was just mine.
When my Dad discovered an inner city block of land up for sale, I knew it was Dave’s and my chance to start building our future together, for real.
In a rush, we bought the land and proceeded to let it sit there for a long, long time.
While it sat there, Dave did a carpentry apprenticeship, renovated my first house and sold it, we got married, and then battled with IVF.
Dave worked on the plans in the scarce moments of spare time that he had.
I don’t know whether it was the delay in the design and build process or my pre-occupation with trying to fall pregnant, but designing our house, the first home we could really call ours, didn’t interest me in the least.
I found the whole idea of it arduous.
I regretted buying the land and how long it was taking to design.
I told myself if we had our time over, we would just buy a house and be done with it.
It was a dream of Dave’s to design and build his own home though, so we stuck with it.
The design process was quite lengthy with multiple back and forths with council due to us being in a heritage listed area and needing to comply with certain rules.
Dave would attempt to talk through the plans with me, but to be honest, I just wasn’t great at visualising them.
When Dave showed everyone else his drawings they could instantly envisage it, whereas they seemed to be in another language to me.
People were always surprised that I happily left the design of our house in Dave’s hands.
I mean why wouldn’t I? He’d worked in the building and design industry for years and knew what worked well and looked good. I trusted him implicitly.
It was my hairdresser, actually, who stressed that I at least needed to get involved in the design of the kitchen.
‘That’s your territory,’ she’d said.
‘Get in there and make it work for you.’
She clearly didn’t know what a disaster I was in the kitchen, but I took her advice and became more involved.
I needed something more than Auto-CAD plans to get my mind around the design though.
I flicked through magazines and trawled websites searching for things I liked. We even had a couple of meetings with kitchen design specialists.
It was more fun than I thought it would be.
At times I found the sheer volume of choice in fittings, colours and products overwhelming.
I remember trying to narrow down what sort of bench top I wanted. The massive range available to us was almost enough to blow my mind.
Before long, I came to realise what styles and colours I liked.
With Dave’s help we decided on handleless cupboards.
Besides looking stunning, the kids find them really tricky to get into. Bonus!
With our colour scheme I was thinking all white, but Dave suggested a darker stone bench top like this and let me tell you, it looks hot.
The end result of our kitchen is contemporary, slick and most importantly, functional.
If we were to build another, as Dave keeps threatening, I might be brave enough to add a splash of colour like this.
The whole exercise ended up being a great bonding experience.
This kitchen, our house, turned into our dream home where we now live as a family of four.
While it was a long time coming it was worth the wait and a decision we definitely don’t regret.
What would your ideal kitchen look like?
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