Do you know what I think of someone who would put a door like this on the interior of their home - probably taking a perfectly good door off to do it....?
I think that person is spectacular.
I know these things.
Someone that would do this is an old soul.
I count myself most fortunate to have croseed this lady's path.
Once I arrived at her home - I felt...well...home.
I really have never seen such a place.
The pictures won't do it a bit of justice - but I'll try.
To die for.
This spot tore me up.
It was so perfect, it was tinged with grief.
She had plenty of bed rooms, but I wanted to stay here - I longed for a rainy day and a good book - and that spot.
I'll be back.
We had such a great time - staying in our pajamas more than anything, with endless cups of tea, talking and talking - crying laughing, crying crying -
She be a soul mate.
She be a kindred spirit.
She be my friend.
I got to meet her entire family - and I do believe they may have been shocked at my shyness.
I met Ollie. Oh yes, I did!
I met her niece Ellen (hi Ellen!)
I met her husband Stu.
His kindness actually made me cry.
He was the utmost gentleman - making calls - tracking down a tire for me.
When I was leaving - I guess he called Janie, and said to run by the barn - he wanted to hug me bye.
You can't do that kind of stuff to a perimenopausal woman.
You just can't.
Do yourself a favor and go meet Janie.
But don't even think about taking that window spot.