The White House

I've just been to Daylesford where, for three whole days, I pretended I actually lived in this house. As most people would already know, it's owned by Lyn Gardener of Melbourne's Empire Vintage store. From the moment I stepped through the front door, the house worked its magic:

I felt like Goldilocks but I wasn't allowed to try all the beds. It was a difficult choice between this room with the French vintage toile wallpaper:

But I love the Deb Bowness wallpaper in this room, so this was it:

When I saw the apothecary cabinet in the self-contained bedroom in the garden, I was briefly tempted. But, no, I stuck to my original choice:

A fire had been thoughtfully laid, and the sofas are big and comfy. I love the mirrors and industrial lighting:

The bathroom has a chandelier above the bath (which I forgot to photograph):

The library has more Deb Bowness wallpaper and club chairs:

The attention to detail is very thoughtful. There were fresh flowers on this set of old post office boxes in the bathroom:

The soap and toiletries come in these brown bottles:

The fridge contained eggs, butter, milk and marmalade for breakfast:

And there was fresh bread and oranges for juice:

Although it's an 1850s miner's cottage, the house could be from any or no time. Overall I'd have to say it feels like being in France. But somehow it feels so much better than any French house I've ever stayed in. Thank you, Lyn for letting me pretend for a few days.