{"id":4010,"date":"2021-10-19T07:28:13","date_gmt":"2021-10-18T23:28:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.barefootrenovations.com.au\/?p=4010"},"modified":"2021-10-19T08:40:59","modified_gmt":"2021-10-19T00:40:59","slug":"alfred-road-let-me-in","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.barefootrenovations.com.au\/alfred-road-let-me-in\/","title":{"rendered":"Alfred Road: Let Me In!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
We don\u2019t have a front door, they said.<\/strong> Clich\u00e9 as it is, \u2018the rest is history\u2019. Short of giving Ikea a run for their money and flat-packing a Bournemouth beach hut, shipping it around the globe and sandwiching it (is that even a word) in an ungainly fashion to the front of the client\u2019s house, this is testament to how a small idea, tight budget, amazing family and super-cute collie, can ostensibly, make the equivalent come to life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n While it\u2019s not hard for me to go off on a tangent nor lose myself in a string of unrelated analogies, I can almost understand how Mary Shelley felt as she wrote Frankenstein. OK, leaving aside the grotesque, sapient creature as the end product of unorthodox scientific experiments, this client has created a wonderful result from the desire to add a whole new dimension to their home and capture the essence of part of themselves they left 14,500 km\u2019s away. Fortunately, it was created through a fairly orthodox approach and heap of council approvals!<\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s got that subtle cheekiness about it, much like the cool kid at school\u2026.\u201cYeah, I got it!\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n Without taking anything away from the design or idiosyncrasies of a small, simple build, there\u2019s nothing \u2018architectural\u2019 or \u2018clever\u2019 about this addition, but it beholds so much more than the materials or space it occupies. In fairness, I had never thought this was something to write about; there\u2019s really just not much there to comment on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What captured me was how much time, love and thought had been put into it. True, the house did not have a front door \u2013 really, it didn\u2019t. Access was to the side, straight into the dining area \u2013 don\u2019t ask. So, of course, it was screaming like a child awaiting its next feed, for a blatant front door. If houses went to \u2018homeschool\u2019 and congregated in the playground at break, this one would have been teased for its lack of an obvious entry point; let\u2019s just say it was late to blossom!<\/p>\n\n\n\n I am captivated by spaces that transcend the essence of design and construction to become something intangible to most, yet part of a family fabric. This is about them and how they live their work-life balance, which spills over into their home and is more about creating truly authentic spaces than getting lost in architectural \u2018detail\u2019. It\u2019s not flawless and it\u2019s not an overwrought grandiose vision; it is, quite simply, what they wanted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We like English beach huts, they said.<\/strong>
What do you think, they said?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n