Creaky wood floors,
drafty windows, peely paint.
aka the sights and sounds
of old house love.
I've been tossing around the idea
of starting a little club.
A farmhouse club, that is.
Not an exclusive, snooty clique...
nope, far from it.
What I had in mind was a convergence
of those seasoned folks who have lived in and loved
old homes, cottages, farmhouses...
along with those of us brand new
to the wonderful world of
old home ownership
and all the joys which go along with it.
I find myself, oh, at least a few times each week,
encountering some new and befuddling
"old home" situation which leaves me completely clueless.
And it's specifically those times which leave me
wishing I had someone "in the know"
who I could learn from, whose brains I could pick,
whose knowledge could benefit not only me,
but countless others out there.
And who also knows that old homes have a sort of character,
a soul if you will, that new homes simply will never have,
no matter how much old stuff you fill them with.
They have lived a life, and they invite you to enter into
and add to the richness of that ongoing, organic life.
That little stinker just moved into THE most darling old home!
You really should pop on over and check it out.
LaurieAnna has lived in these old beauties for years,
so she is precisely the sort of person I would LOVE
to welcome to our club!
Shoot, I'd make her El Presidente if she joined!
So.....
all you vintage home owners, old and new alike...
are you with me?
Good idea?
Shall we do it?
Happy Monday!