Once in France, my very first stop is my cousin's house. Being an only child, I grew up surrounded by my aunt's five children, they are as close to me as a brother or sister would be. I have always love my cousin's house, it has a true soul that only a house well lived and loved can exude. My family just went through some tragedies and the feeling of a home brings comfort, endurance and continuity.
When my cousin first showed me this house, a tree was growing in lieu of a roof...but the view was beautiful, the structure simple... great bones for a young family to start a home.
Over the years, the house was restored to its original humble bones, a beautiful garden was designed, courtyard created, vegetable garden planted, fruits trees, pigeons coop,a yard for chicken, ducks and geese.
Being a designer in New York, I work on very large and sophisticated projects, but to me the true meaning of a house is when it is called "home". To me, this house has always been a true home, not for show, not for investment purpose, not a house to be lived in the occasional month out of a year, but a house that reflects the unrelenting love and work from its owner...my cousin who now takes of this property entirely by herself....no wonder why she looks so tan, fit and stunning every time I see her...
The pool is well hidden from the house and surrounded by lavender bushes.
I drool over her vegetable garden
Her dog helps with garden work
The outdoor barbecue
The kitchen is so warm and inviting, she is also a fabulous cook
The interiors are designed with an open floorplan and filled with local antiques from South West of France