I have a mild severe infatuation with old houses. Stately brick mansions. Old farmhouses. And my most favorite: elaborate Victorians. I'm obsessed to the point of often asking, "Do you think they'd mind if I knocked on the door and asked to look around?" Okay, okay... so usually I only think that in my head. And I'm not so bold as to ever do that. But nothing's better than driving around and looking for beautiful old houses. I love seeing the ones that have been lovingly maintained and/or restored. And while it saddens me to see the abandoned, dilapidated, forgotten beauties... I can't help but get a little excited and romantic. Because all I can see is the potential. The potential of what the rundown place could be if I were given unlimited time, lotsa money, and a construction crew to order around. ;)