A House called Le Cadeau – Project Growing Up Part 10 ( first posted on thebarefootfoodie.org - 12 Feb 2015 )

A House called Le Cadeau – Project Growing Up Part 10

FEBRUARY 12, 2015BAREFOOT HOME

The Gift

Homecoming

Today, House is renamed and christened. It had been a humbling, enriching, empowering experience to tear down, rebuild and totally transform my home into something so ephemeral that I still pinch myself sometimes wondering if this is indeed something I can call my own.

This is a divine gift from above. On my landmark birthday in 2013, my fingers inexplicably turned to this verse which I never knew existed. 1 Chronicles 17:10 “….furthermore I tell you that the Lord will build you a house…” Filled with a deep sense of awe and gratitude, I kept this in my heart, sharing with only a few close confidantes.

Le Cadeau lives up to its name and more. Mr Y has outdone himself although he remains modest. We work seamlessly and effortlessly as a team. The touch of the Master’s Hand upon a gifted professional, weaving the excesses of a whimsical and unconventional birthday girl into subliminal artistry.

I recount my wish-list for a house in months past. Mr Y has included not one of my earlier requests in the structural design and layout, of which I am glad. The novice with no experience defers to one with the insight and foresight. However, he has more than made up for that lack of co-operation with deft strokes in marrying function with quirk.

Here’s the sneak peek!

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