We’re not flash at Shaggy Creek and neither is the homestead.
In fact, ‘homestead’ is a bit flash for the home we live in.
It’s pretty much a holiday cabin set on 30 or so acres and left to exist in peace. There’s no insulation. There’s no storage. The carpet is different in every room and none of it has any pile left. Yet, according to Mr Shaggy, it’s worth its weight in gold if you try to sell it in some hipster area.
Yes, it’s vintage alright. Florals and a sort of spewing of browns and greens. Oh, and rust-coloured in the main room.
Anyway, you get the picture.
Then there’s the subject of the mission brown…
I only have to mention those words to make Mr Shaggy cringe.
“I love mission brown. It’s heritage-listed, ” he says. “We can’t change it.”
What he really means is that he doesn’t want to paint it and kind of likes things not to change.
Just don’t tell him I’ve got the paint on order and mission brown is on the way out.
*evil cackle*
But you know what?
We love it. We love it all and we’re right at home.
