"she remembered what hope was, and this was it. that inner churning that moves you forward" -elizabeth strout

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

daydreaming of all rooms beautiful




i feel a little embarrassed admitting this but its become something of a pasttime of mine and its very fun. when i get pottery barn, country living, or house beautiful magazine, i curl up on the couch and slowly, meticulously, page through the issue daydreaming about the whitewashed rooms that look so antiquey, or the cozy sofas in decadent (yet tasteful) toile, or the old farmhouses with creaky oak floors and cedar closets. i design my dreamspace over and over again, with each new magazine of beautiful things that i clutch in my little hands. or, when i drive by all of the beautiful new england homes, i picture what they look like inside and what i would do to change them.


i picture a saltbox colonial or a cape, or i could live with a sweeping old farmhouse, sitting in a green field with lots of history. with nooks and crannies and all wood floors. an entryway is a definite must--and no creepy basement. i picture small doorways but an updated kitchen with jars labeled flour, sugar, and so forth. i'd love warm walls-of chocolate and sunflowers and peach and vanilla. i want fireplaces for certain and old furniture and original art. i just want to live somewhere pretty-quaint-humble-tasteful-with a lot of character.


i'm sitting here with an old issue of 'house beautiful' and 'traditional home' and i must sign off now to flip through.

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