Showing posts with label Guest House. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guest House. Show all posts

Monday 10 June 2013

Drab to Brag


Seeing that we are busy, at De Oude Huize to renovating the attic into an additional bedroom. There is a need for some furniture to match the theme of antique golf and lots of books. 
We came across these drab  old wing back chairs.   
I love their shape and size!!! 
See our Attic here

Look at that sexy legs.   This oldie needs a remake. 

This oldie shouted please please take me home!

It was now also time to find the material that will do the trick for these lovely oldies.  It was necessary to give them a new lease on their durability but also change them into two very special and comfortable chairs.  They had a special duty . . .  to be comfortable and to be able to sit and look out the little dormer windows and . . .  read  . . .  and look  . . . .  sip on an old brandy cognac. 

This piece of material could tell a story and we know that great stories happen to those who can tell them!!!  

All the old drab has been removed and the new beginning is taking shape.

Measure and measure

Mary you are a star!
With Mary's help these are now sexy ladies.
They will charm you and keep you comfortable.



Sunday 17 February 2013

Our Attic and the history of our towns golf course

De Oude Huize Attic
is our current project.  

A writer can write in an attic, or on top of a bus. 
Or with a sharp stick in some wet cement. 
- Paul Muni - 

Where do we start?  

The only access to the attic was via a ladder and a small door.
I am not fond of heights.
Once again Hennie had a plan!!!

We will start with a proper door!
Halve way 

The new door is now in place but how to get there!!!
Opportunity does not knock, it presents itself when you beat 
down the door!
-Kyle Chandler- 

A walkway will be the answer!
I am so fortunate to be married to a engineer that can make
everything



If I may say so - it came out perfect.
Hennie and his two helpers completed the job

After an inspection, Hennie decided that the dormer in the roof
will be the next step..... 

Every one has to make haste . . .
we are now in the rainy season 

Once again Hennie made the dormer on the ground and then hoisted it into place 

The view is still magnificient

First dormer is in position I just love it
Nest week will be the fitting of the second window. 

The past is an old chair in the attic,
the present an ominous ticking sound,
and the future is anybody's guess.
-James Thurber-


The attic will soon be turned into an extra room for our 

Over the  years we have collected a lot of old books 
and pictures of our town's golf course.  
The scenic 18-hole golf course, arguably the third oldest in 
South Africa (after the Royal Cape and George Golf Clubs) 
was founded in 1887.

Love to frame this one

This once could be used as wallpaper

Another wallpaper 

In a frame 

A Bogey!

Thanks for visiting 

Monday 8 October 2012

Wedding bells at De Oude Huize

Do we need to say more  . . . . . . .

Joline's pre-wedding pictures 
















   




                                  


 Congratulations will be in order  . . . . 


Lots of love from 
Sunny South Africa 
Sandra 






Sunday 27 May 2012

Chairs



Had to remove layers of enamel white paint 
to 
Give this two beauties a new life. 
Two beauties waiting for a new life. 
Some repairs has been done 
At last
Beautiful
Priceless!!!
The next item that will need a new lease on life


      


A wonderful thank you to the following for hosting our post 

Thanks to all you wonderful people to help us to do this transformation   
May you all have a wonderful week. 
Love 
Sandra 









Sunday 11 March 2012

De Oude Huize, Bed & Breakfast, and Love Letters


We like to share De Oude Huize and everything about Love, Letters and Weddings

Yes you have guest correct To start with . . . my special all time favourite is the song of Edith Piaf. 
Non, Je Ne Regrette Rein.
Edith Piaf 

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien, 
Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien - Regret Nothing 
Non! Rien de rien . . . 
Non! Je ne regreete rien 
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait ni le mal 
Tout ca m'est bien egal! 
No! Absulutely nothing 
No I regret nothing . . . 
It is paid, swept away, forgotten 
I don't care about the past!
Balayes les amours 
avec leurs tremoios 
Balayes pour toujours 
Je repars a zero 
No Absulutely nothing ... 
No I regret nothing 
Neither the good that I've done nor the bad 
all this is much the same to me!
Because my life, because my joys.


Then there is Dr Shavargo the novel, the movie . . .

you name it. 
I am an all time fan. 
A very special novel 

Old fashioned, soul-filling and a thoroughly romantic story. 

During the wonderful days of letter writing 
and letter typing life was different.  Nothing 
was to much of an effort
It is a good rule after reading a new book,
never to allow yourself another new one till you have read an old one in between.

Love is the master key which opens the gates of happiness. 
A typewriter is a means of transcribing thought, not expressing it


A Christmas Card from my Grandfather to Granny and 
the little gift that accompanied
Little fits for a special Granny 
A Christmas Car to remind Granny that she is special 

My Grandfather and mother on their 60th wedding anniversary.
My mum, Florence, standing in the back second from right hand side.
A gift my grandparents received on their 60th wedding anniversary!
Next is a note from my father to his dear wife (my mom) 
To my dearest wife may you have a blessed Christmas and a wonderful 
new year.
Thank you, very much for everything.
Your old husband Ger.
My father (Gerald Fincham) and my mum (Florence Fincham)


Then we would like to show off some off our wonderful wedding pictures.
Salmon and Poppy 
Shaun and Carina 
Pieter and Bettie (Hennie's mom and dad) 
Louis and Marieke 
The Ferreiras

Johan and Chantelle
Florence on her wedding
Meiring and Karen
Myself and my dearest hubbie, Hennie.  We got married on 19 December 1981.  

Love you guys!!! 
Thanks for this wonderful honour. 
  

We love to go to parties and with the help of 
Francis Luis Mora we are on our way. 


Till next time 
Love you all 
Sandra