It seems to me like a miracle that I am actually living in the new house. I look around me and remember what this was like when it was raw concrete and without a roof. I remember how I looked at the outlines of the rooms on the floor and thought the rooms too small. I remember the trials and tribulations with waterproofing, and my anxiety over budget over runs, and my ghastly fears of having created a monstrosity of the sort you read about in the papers.
A big eyesore in a landscape of discreet and tasteful dwellings.
The rooms are way bigger than I expected them to be right up till the curtains and wooden cabinets were installed. The waterproofing seems to be holding up very well. This beige and olive green house with dark chocolate walls is not so opulent as to be an eyesore. It is a little odd because I have no sense of style... but it is plain enough and discreet enough to be in sober taste. Think a woman in white blouse and brown skirt, with flat pumps.
The happy consequences of lazy shopping has ensured a continuity over all 3 floors of the house. Since the same floor tile is laid on the floor, spaces seem to flow into each other... through the living, up the staircase, across the landing and into the rooms. The same kind of wall lamp hangs outside and inside the house. The same colour of lights (different shapes) hang in living and dining. There is only a single colour on the walls. I cannot visualize how colours and textures match so it is so much easier to just be the same right through. It may be boring but it works for me.
And I did do what I promised myself to do - decorate the spaces with nothingness so that empty air speaks for itself. Odd way of decorating a home but it sure saves a lotta money!!