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. ;)
This gorgeous houses would definitely cause me to swoon if I were driving down the road and saw them.
Wrap-around porch! So lovely!
I can't even tell you how much I'd love love love to live in a house like one of these someday. I think I'd lovingly turn part of it into a store to sell vintage decor, revamped furniture, and antiques. Then another part would be a bed and breakfast known for the owner's (me!) gloriously famous omelets. And then I'd have one room to call all my own to write, craft, blog, and the like. :)
Or maybe I'd just spend my days like ^this... wearing a beautiful gown, lounging around on velvet furniture, drinking champagne, and reading a romantic novel. ;) Yea, that oughtta do.
Or maybe I'd just spend my days like ^this... wearing a beautiful gown, lounging around on velvet furniture, drinking champagne, and reading a romantic novel. ;) Yea, that oughtta do.