16/09/2026
Today I looked at Turnbull House and felt something that is difficult to put into words.
Those windows are finally back where they belong.
For many people, they may simply look like old windows in a beautiful historic building. But when I look at them, I see the journey behind every single one.
They arrived at our workshop one by one. We received them, dismantled them, repaired years of damage, restored the timber, rebuilt them and carefully prepared them to return to Turnbull House.
We had them in our hands.
And today, seeing them back in place makes me incredibly emotional and proud.
Seven years ago, as a woman, a mother of three, a migrant and the manager of No.8 Workshop, I could never have imagined that one day our little workshop would have the opportunity to contribute to the restoration of such an important part of Wellington’s heritage.
This city welcomed us when we arrived in New Zealand looking for a new life for our family.
We started again. We worked, learned, struggled, kept going and built something of our own.
And now, a little piece of our family’s story will remain here too.
Years from now, my children might walk past Turnbull House with their own children, point to those windows and say:
“Your Grandma Monica restored those windows.”
Maybe my grandchildren will never know how many hours of work were behind them, how many challenges we faced along the way, or what it meant to us to be trusted with them.
But they will know that we were here.
That their family came from far away, made Wellington their home, worked with their hands and their hearts, and helped preserve a small piece of the history of the city that welcomed us.
And for me, that is more than a finished project.
It is a legacy. ❤️
Proud of our family.
Proud of our team.
Proud of No.8 Workshop.
And very proud to have left a little piece of us in Wellington.