You can probably guess that personally, I’m a bit obsessed with everything rustic, oldie and unusual. From my very unique, Balinese villa-style front door (which my husband persuaded Domayne to sell me would you believe?) to my repurposed-cabinet bathroom vanities, everything in my home has a story to tell. My kitchen is my favourite part of my house though… or if I’m completely honest, I must admit that my kitchen is my house. If only the timber benches could talk . . . I’m the chef, the host, the tutor, the queen, the slave, the swimming instructor, the babysitter, the dog minder… and all of that is being done while cocooning myself in my island of a kitchen. After renovating so many other kitchens coming to do up my own kitchen was not an easy task though. I wanted to cocoon myself into a central space where I could work, cook, dream and also still be involved in everything else happening in the house (and believe me, between 4 kids, a husband, 2 dogs, friends and family, there is never a dull moment). This kitchen began as a humble design on a plain piece of paper one afternoon and slowly, slowly became my vision. Using recycled timber and other raw materials wherever possible and working with a carpenter who shared my vision meant the end result is a kitchen that is spacious, warm, accommodating and easy to maintain. It’s my dream space.