THE BEST BLEND
Diverse interior styles percolate happily and easily in this 1910 charmer of a house in Dunedin
An English-style country garden, pretty with standard ‘Margaret Merril’ roses, foxgloves, snowdrops and bay laurels underplanted with violets, frames the front door of this Edwardian villa owned by Fraser Goldsmith and Sally McMillan and named Livingston after the original owner.
When Sally McMillan first came to view this Edwardian villa, her husband, Fraser Goldsmith, was up a Swiss mountain. They’d been looking for a large house with a small garden within easy reach of the city where they both work as lawyers. This one in Dunedin’s St Clair came in with the right balance, a great location and also colonial charm that even an eyes-wide-open attorney could not resist. “I’m hopelessly enamoured of character – people, dogs, cars, houses….” says Sally.
Still, she felt the weight of responsibility choosing a home for them both. She emailed Fraser photos in the middle of the night and began to examine the case from all angles. Would it be expensive to run and renovate? Could Fraser see past the kaleidoscopic decor to a calmer, brighter future? He could. “It’s perfect,” he said on his return. Case closed.
Of course, that’s not quite right. It was just the beginning. Turning the five-bedroom, three-bay house into a personalised expression of home has taken 10 years.
Built in 1910 for a Mr Livingston, the house had wonderful symmetry, gracious proportions and features typical of its time – rimu floors and kauri doors and windows, decorative plaster cornices and, just for good measure, a romantic turret. That all sounds very grand and dreamy, but Fraser gives a more prosaic view: “It was old, cold and damp with seven fireplaces but no insulation. And the floors bounced.” The couple installed underfloor insulation and central heating before they moved in.
Living within its history and learning to appreciate its quirks was good training; in renovating, they did not aim for perfection: “We just tried to get it on the right side of rumpty,” says Sally.
‘I’m hopelessly enamoured of character’
Fortunately, the structural integrity had not been damaged too greatly in 100 years. They replaced a couple of ceilings, jacked up some saggy bits, the children chose feature wall colours for their bedrooms and some of the previous carrot-orange and Karitane yellow paintwork that “felt like a bad drug experience” was relegated to the past.
Tackling the kitchen and dining zone was the biggest challenge, and one they left until a few years down the track. “As the most internal room in the house, it needed more light,” says Fraser. It was also compromised by a corridor that took up valuable space, the bench was cramped, the storage paltry and the joinery in lavender blue was superseded in colour confidence only by the floor that had been stained dark blue.
The pair wanted a space large enough for two people to work together and it seemed obvious that the dining and kitchen areas should be swapped. As soon as their builder Rod Lind said it would only take a length of PVC piping to change the plumbing, the possibilities opened up.
Safe to say, those possibilities have been exploited beautifully. The island, clad in tongueand-groove, is so large it has been renamed “the continent”, a newly installed skylight allows a collection of Crown Lynn, Temuka and other random but ruthlessly colour-coordinated crockery – stored on open shelving and used every day – to shine, and George Nelson saucer pendants provide ambient lighting and a midcentury twist.
While the architecture is traditional, the interior aesthetic of the home is hard to define. It blends English country style with modernist moments, shades of Kiwi retro and a dash of luxe. The most remarkable thing about this is that when these two became one, every piece of furniture and all the accessories, brought from
insignificant crate. “They’ve only just started talking to us again,” grimaces Sally.
Behind every skerrick of furniture and art there is an anecdote. The grandfather clock inherited from Fraser’s grandparents, the green Twyford basin found on Trade Me and brought to Dunedin with Koru Club privileges, or the Anna W Reid dry-point etching of the Otago Harbour that reminds Fraser of the view from the house he sold to move here.
Now that the children have grown up and are only occasionally in residence, the home embraces two boisterous fur babies (Jack, the beardie/border collie cross and Fred, a wire
Q&A
Biggest renovation disaster: When we painted the kitchen floor black; the minute you moved a chair, the paintwork scratched. To make it worse the painter had used a white primer underneath. Fortunately, when we stripped the floor the black paint had filled up the borer holes and we liked the look. It also tells a story of 110 years of change. (Fraser)
Best money spent: The kitchen. The rebuild was a major, involving microwaving meals on the deck throughout a Dunedin winter, but the result is worth it. (Fraser)
Advice for others renovating a character house: Be patient, let the ideas evolve to fit the way you live. Don’t mess with the architectural integrity... and avoid aluminium joinery! (Sally)
Future plans: Building Sally’s “sort-of Sex and the City” wardrobe. The ensuite required removal of a massive brick chimney so the street view is no longer balanced and needs a faux chimney replacement. Some of the Welsh slate is only held in place by century-old lichen and we are saving up for a wrought iron Edwardian-style front fence. (Fraser)
What we’ve learned about gardening: Turns out that a small-but-perfectly-formed garden is just as much work as a large rambling one. (Sally)
Fraser Goldsmith and Sally McMillan
haired fox “terrorist”) and frequent guests. First timers arrive via a garden of pure prettiness, where rugosa roses froth over the fence, wisteria and lavender are fragrant on the air and topiary bay laurels stand on ceremony.
Once inside, the nostalgia continues: Coronation Street’s gritty but beloved Hilda Ogden is the welcome party in the entrance hall – a glitter portrait that Sally won in a furious bidding war at a charity auction. There’s a canny glint in her eye. It’s as if the soap opera stalwart has seen the comings and goings of a century – days when the first lady of the house climbed the turret to seek out ships on the harbour, moving past the dramas of famous parties hosted by a once-resident international cricketer and on to the latest curated, creative transformation. Hilda still has a leading role to play in this capsule of everyday life – and boy does she have a story to tell.