I must say that when we first moved into the rattiest old cottage in Sydney with a tatty deck, wooden floors and a huge old Moreton Bay fig tee I believed that I would have the luxury of a lovely new kitchen with appliances of my dreams, with a Frenchy country white feel with a bit of coastal and industrial (yep all of those) thrown in for good measure… I was wearing the New Kitchen t-shirt of glee.
Then we found things that we didn’t think we would find. I will just say roof. And boiler. And every other thing that you can think to spend money on that doesn’t actually show.
Soooo, we got lots of quotes for kitchens. It so wasn’t happening anytime soon.
And so I fell back to this one, which was supposed to be a temporary measure…we went freestanding units, open shelving and fixed stainless backsplashes to the wall – I would have to dream about tiles and Frenchy stuff and vintage style fridges and industrial lamps…
The funniest thing was that at the time I was, unfortunately, still finding myself in the company of some other mummies who were definitely of the yummy variety, Sydney does these rare breed extremely well…anyhooo, and I’ve told this before on this here blog, I happened to mention at that time to yummies et al about having the kitchen ripped out and done…one of the others was having one too….she took over the conversation bemoaning that she had to wait for appliances to ship from Germany, how she had hand cut marble from I don’t know where and how her bespoke kitchen was being made somewhere in Europe, I think Italy…with that the whole group turned to me and asked where I was importing my high falutin kitchen from??
Before I knew it ‘Sweden’ spurted out of my mouth, for a joke. But no-one got it. They assumed I was serious. Yes all the way hand-crafted from Sweden…so I didn’t bother to embelish that it was via that boutique with all things Swedish that is taking over the world and is just over the other side of the bridge in Sydney…and I certainly didn’t tell them that my counter tops were self-assembly and arrived home at this old cottage in the back of my car.
I must say though it did make me laugh to myself a whole whole lot…do I care where my kitchen is imported from? I ask you! No I do not. I would rather buy something from Australia, thank you very much. Not that the Swedish shop is Australian but you know what I mean, given a choice to import hand-crafted bespoke goods or buy from someone in this fair land, with an unlimited budget, I’d go the Lucky Country all the way to the bank.
So, as I pottered around in here this morning, thinking about the knocking down of the kitchen wall which is our next task in the field of DIY and thoughts of a new kitchen or at least new bits to the kitchen (to take in the breakfast room) I did laugh to myself.
Gosh this flatpack Swedish kitchen has done this old girl with the broomstick pretty darn well.
This kitchen is teeny tiny, but like any home it’s really where a whole lot of stuff goes on…I mused all the sporting events I have packed up bacon and salad sandwiches for standing here with butterflies in my stomach anxious for my kiddos, all the meals that have bubbled away all day here in the slow cooker, the cakes we’ve baked, the picnics we’ve packed up…and every Sunday the English style roast dinners sending smoke signals down this Aussie street.
It’s easy to get caught up with all that baloney about kitchens, and houses and cars and stuff isn’t it, but if there’s one thing I have learnt since moving to the other side of the world and starting again is all that is just that, baloney…and looking over the top of it if you can is quite nice…
This Swedish kitchen is the heart of our home, it’s tiny, often messy, sometimes not quite as spotless as I’d hope and nearly always has something going on and one where, I hope, when my kiddos are long gong, they will look back on with love.
And there is a new little addition to this Swedish kitchen…I am not sure of her name but cripes she is coolio…
You likee Beach Cottagers??? She be a bit grubby but she’s a beauty.
So the other week I was happily vintage treasure hunting about these beaches…I must say that there may have been some broomstick twitching in this old cottage to get me out hunting…I had been doing too much and not getting out for any me-time…broomstick tends to twitch when I let that happen…so I took a few hours out, got myself in the Beach Mobile (I would like to say that this is a vintage white vehicle from the past, however it is a typical car of a forty-is-the-new-thirty woman of this time with three children to cart around to various activities), grabbed a coffee, a basket and my wipes (op-shops are the grubbiest of abodes) and went to work.
While I was happily minding my own business I got a call from a friend… hadn’t seen her for a while and so we chatted while I thrifted…it was a long convo of very much laughing and catching up…and then all of a sudden I came upon her……..
me : ‘ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!! God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’
her : ‘what on Earth has happened?’
me ‘omg in heaven above I have just come across a vintage Sunbeam mixer in a creamy white, with amazing knobs’
her : ‘where the hell are you?’
me : ‘in Salvos!’
her : ‘you so are not!’
me : ‘I am!!!’
her : ‘what are you doing??!!
me : ‘looking for old stuff duh, I thought you said you read my blog???’
her : ‘umm yeah well not that much’
me : ‘****!!!! I have to go!!!!!’ (sorry I can’t pretend I said sheesh kebab it was defo of the more bluer variety than that) ‘this is super cool and I have been looking for one of these for like ever and it is omg cheap!!!!!!!!!! ahhhhh!
her : ‘ok Sarah, ummm have fun’
And with that I slam dunked her and did a dance…you may feel this is rather OTT for a woman of my maturity, but this lady had my name all over her and she was coming home with me, even though she really needed a good old clean-up, she was mine.
I ran to the desk, tried to have a conversation with the most miserable op-shop worker on the beaches about how excited I was to own one of these…she was not interested…I suppose I can see her point, I mean Miss Sunbeam is not in the best of conditions and Miss Prim & Proper Suburbia I Volunteered to Work In an Op-Shop to help Society but have to Deal with Low-Lifes, in her perfectly pressed clothes and hair sprayed bob probs thought what loser can’t afford a new mixer in BigW’s these days?
No matter…back to the car, popped her in the back and went home singing
When I got home I was still floating up there on that cloud they call 9, I mean hello!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hello people, I have vintage Sunbeam Australian mixer in the house!!! Yippeee ******* doo!
Yes my life really is that awesome.
I came in to show my treasures to those others who dwell in this cottage…Mr Beach Cottage looked at me and asked why on Earth do you need that? Hello. It’s a vintage Sunbeam mixer that works and purrs like a dream. Really? Yes? How much was it? Not much at all Mr Beach Cottage man of business, man to always get the best deal. Hmmm. Can you please dear God tell me then why I spent an absolute fortune on the NEW mixer you already have in the kitchen?
This is like totally different Mr Beach Cottage. How can you compare??? Can you not see the beauty in this? Can you not see I have a piece of Aussie kitchenalia in my fair hands?
Do you not wonder where she has been, who she has worked for?
Can you not appreciate how good this is?
No I cannot Mrs Beach Cottage.
The boys of this cottage were, however, rather more receptive…Mr TBC found this lady particularly interesting…she is made like a dream and I must say that it shows…her workmanship is superb, her buttons turn smoothly, she whirrs and purrs and is so quiet as she works (Kitchenaid she is much quieter than you are)…they loved having a good old look at her, which in this world of computers, YouTube and all that other stuff I believe to be a very joyous occurrence…
And that my friends of zee web is that.
One woman, one coffee, one op-shop, one friend on a mobile phone, one vintage Sunbeam mixer and all in zee world is good.
Good night and God bless.
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