If I could be best friends with a house anywhere in the 48 contiguous states…..
….this would be the one.
It’s located at the end of a winding driveway lined with flowers and green grass and tucked away under the trees.
And when you open the back door and see the light streaming in through the green shuttered windows and the sunbeams dancing on the brick pavers…..you know that you know that you know…..
…..that you are home.
My friend, Lori, was the designer for this amazing house.
A couple of weeks ago I ran into her at our local fabric store and we stood and talked in the aisle.
Two friends sharing hearts next to the blue and white fabric section of the store.
Mid-conversation….I asked her what she had been working on and she told me about her various projects.
And then she showed me a picture….of this house.
And when I saw the home….I knew I had to photograph it.
That’s all it took.
And so it was….that two weeks later I turned my car down that winding road leading to the house to photograph it for the blog.
The house was even prettier than the picture.
The yard was full of flowers with arbors and bird houses and benches tucked under the trees.
It’s was as if you took the all the colors in the garden and brought them in to decorate the home.
Everywhere you looked there were patterns and textures and tiny personalized details like this hand-painted mural.
The kitchen even had a fireplace.
And a brick hearth.
And a wooden table set for two.
And the sitting room had a wooden-beam ceiling and persimmon chairs and brilliantly patterned fabric and a view of the property.
Every room was full of color and warmth and architectural details brimming with personality.
And while those all things were wonderful…..
…..that’s not what made it my favorite.
Not even close.
What made me smile and laugh and dance when I walked into the house was so much more than the details and the beautiful decorating and the fabrics and the brick floors.
It was the amazing feeling of stepping into a place full of joy and happiness.
A place where you were welcomed with open arms and a glass of sweet tea.
A place where the all the stories went to live.
A place where lives were lived to the fullest and the conversation flowed and friendships were made and creativity and inspiration were woven into every room.
A place called home.