I just have to show you the inside.
The details. The colors, the floors, the windows, the moulding. Sigh. The moulding. Ahh, to live in rooms complete with trim again... The beadboard kitchen ceiling, the tiny back kitchen stairs, the grand front entry stairs, the dijon cupboards, the stained glass square old windows.
The bathroom was probably my favorite room. The blue, the freestanding set of drawers in place of cupboards an idea I'll steal. The tub was an old claw-foot six foot tub, the kind you sink into completely, a decadent bath with wine nearby and the only stress the effort it takes to turn the tap off with your toe.
I fell head-over-heels in love with a house, it's true.
But like any summer romance, it had to end. Like the reliable boyfriend waiting at home, we're back in our little work in progress.