It was the home of my Aunt and Uncle, and I always loved it. At the time they lived in this home we lived in a rambler and then a new split entry home. But I was fascinated with their old home. No, I was jealous.
Jealous of the center staircase and banister, with the small little bathroom in the back. Jealous of the true entry space and the cute little room to take off your shoes and hang your jacket. Jealous of the swinging door that joined the kitchen to the formal dining room that had its own great big doors.
I loved that the windows had mullions and the bathroom was a real old time bathroom, with real tile, not linoleum. And most of all, there was an actual attic. An attic that had a door and stairs that you could walk up. I was sure there were treasures to be discovered in trunks and under sheets just lurking in the corners. Oh how I wanted to live in that house.
Still to this day, I long to live in a house similar to the one my Aunt and Uncle owned. I still decorate this house on nights I am unable to fall asleep, but now I figure out how I would integrate some of the modern conveniences and still preserve the old time stuff I love.
Do you have a space like this that you revisit?
-Laurie
Mine is similar to yours. It was my neighbors house growing up. It had hidden little spots, and a back staircase for servants. I had the joy of working for her, cleaning her house. I loved that house! The front looks a lot like the picture you posted.
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