We got word of this one less than 24 hours ago and we’ve become so obsessed with this dreamy offering we have to get it up right here, right now. So, for your consideration; a large casa for families, never before sold. In unfathomably brilliant condition and intact as the day it won top honours in the 1971 Melbourne House of The Year awards. Designed and built by notable eastern suburbs progressives (and historically recognised) brothers Sibbel, and simply jaw dropping in its deployment of timber (including Oregon beams), glazing, tile and space. With beautiful orientation (don’t let those dum dum agents with their incorrect compass on the floor plan trick you – of course the living aims North), a half acre of landscaped gardens and pool this is not only a stunningly designed home, but an expansive one for true MCM wonderland-in-the-‘burbs lifestyle. A home of celebration, warm friendship and family. As Megan, a family member, attests:
“….My parents were great entertainers. Fondue parties by the big open fireplace in the lounge with friends, kids running wild while adults drank claret from goblets on the front terrace and BBQ’d sides of beef and listened to jazz records on the state of the art record player. My brother even got married there! At one stage we even kept a horse in the back garden for a weekend. So many wonderful memories.”
Now is the time has arrived for a similarly minded family to take over this impeccable home, make it theirs and continue on such traditions of the best life. We put it out there and make the call in all sincerity, that it may be answered by only the most appreciative and best suited.
PS – Now, we know agents gonna agent but we’re firing another shot over the bow of that ‘immersive experience’ DIY feature they keep pushing. On an historical home like this? Just no. We are doing our best here to curb a culture which encourages wilful destruction wrought by self-anointed interior ‘specialists’ who believe that replacing solid timber and tile with white-paint and Bunnings jank is somehow ‘home improvement’, when it’s nothing but the nauseating effluvial backwash from watching too much commercial TV. In other words – if anyone even thinks about changing up those interiors, because their cognitive shortcomings can’t identify quality and timelessness in front of them, there will be white-hot rage emanating from us, guaranteed.