Back in pre-historic times when the dinosaurs ruled the earth and I started blogging….
…..I met this blogger.
Don’t you love a story that begins like that?
Actually I think I met her house first. I found her front door on Pinterest and followed it to her kitchen and the tiny cobblestones that surrounded her home. And I left a comment on her blog full of so many exclamation points that it broke every rule in the MLA handbook.
I remember thinking that was the end of the conversation. I mean….after all…..she was a designer. A real designer. With clients and a portfolio and beautiful homes she had furnished from shops I had only read about in magazines.
And I was a blogger. A blogger who shopped at the side of the road and (even better)…..
…..the side of the lake. 🙂
But as it turns out…she was undeterred by the flurry of exclamation points….and she commented back. We e-mailed back and forth and talked and laughed and giggled over a cup of coffee and thousands of miles.
And then one day…..we had a conversation on the phone. With real words full of exclamation points you could actually hear.
It was wonderful.
We shared our hearts and our goals and our ideas and she shared her love story.
And I knew I had found a friend.
A year passed and then one day she e-mailed me to tell me she was selling her home.
She said she and her husband had plans and hopes and a really, really big dream.
And so the house went on the market.
Then we all waited. And crossed our fingers and all ten toes.
And one day….that wonderful house with the hoop top door and the porches and the beautiful wisteria…..sold.
But the story doesn’t end there.
It gets better.
Because you see….the couple that bought the house?
That same couple who bought the house…..also bought this.
The Little Inn of Bayfield.
And just like in the movies….the Inn was part of Cynthia and her husband’s love story.
This was their place.
Their special place to get away.
These rooms were full of memories and joy and celebrations.
So many moments and steps along their journey had been spent…..here.
And the new owners? They loved Cynthia’s home and her design style and her eye for incredible detail…..
….and they hired her to transform the Inn.
Of course they did.
I couldn’t have written the script any better if I had tried.
It reads better than a Hallmark movie.
One I wish I was starring in.
I working on how to drop this story in conversation next time I’m at our special restaurant here in the county…..
….ordering gas station pizza. 🙂
PS You can follow along with Cynthia and her renovation journey…..here.