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We drove down Oberlin Road today and I discovered that my dream home is for sale for only 1.3 million dollars. I’ve always had a thing for homes that I feel Snow White would approve of. I don’t want castles, or columns, or even one of those sweeping southern plantations… I want a house with little crisscross windowpanes. The sort that would be perfectly suited with cartoon blue birds floating above my head as I tend to my roses in the backyard and little fawns on wobbley legs clicking merrily about over the cobblestone in front of our garage. I was actually pretty bummed when I looked through the interior photos of this home. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it’s all far far too fancy for my taste.I mean, don’t get me wrong, it is really lovely if you are British royalty… but somehow I had it in my head that the interior would work hand in hand with my flea market treasures and our rag tag assortment of hand-me down furniture. Oh well. The outside of this beautiful abode still suits my heart just right, even if the price tag and the foofy interior decorating does not. Love, M

We drove down Oberlin Road today and I discovered that my dream home is for sale for only 1.3 million dollars. I’ve always had a thing for homes that I feel Snow White would approve of. I don’t want castles, or columns, or even one of those sweeping southern plantations…

I want a house with little crisscross windowpanes. The sort that would be perfectly suited with cartoon blue birds floating above my head as I tend to my roses in the backyard and little fawns on wobbley legs clicking merrily about over the cobblestone in front of our garage.

I was actually pretty bummed when I looked through the interior photos of this home. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it’s all far far too fancy for my taste.I mean, don’t get me wrong, it is really lovely if you are British royalty… but somehow I had it in my head that the interior would work hand in hand with my flea market treasures and our rag tag assortment of hand-me down furniture.

Oh well. The outside of this beautiful abode still suits my heart just right, even if the price tag and the foofy interior decorating does not.

Love,

M

10/08/2011 20:05
  1. chrrrlotte reblogged this from withoutmelissa and added:
    inside=complete do-over)
  2. haleystumble said: you were RIGHT at my house! i run along that sidewalk all the time!
  3. almondbutter said: wowzers that’s some gaudy decor! Not my style either. :)
  4. leeshiebean said: yay! i’ve missed your posts on this blog.
  5. annfran said: that so-called interior decorating is hilariously atrocious.
  6. tehvalerie said: Yikes, that is some gaudy decor. You could do a much better job. :)
  7. iswing said: I think your flea market treasures and hand-me-downs would look more like a home that what’s in there.
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