The other day, I finally paid attention and asked to see the house. I'm not sure what my father-in-law and husband thought went I went ga-ga over the sinks - I don't think I want to know. But I came back the today with my camera because something caught my heart when I looked at that old house.
I wanted to make a nest in it with all the dear little cubbies and nooks and closets. I wanted to have an aqua tiled bathroom.
Also, if I had paid more attention to what my father-in-law and husband were saying instead of stroking marble sinks, I could tell you which exact details and items are staying. Most of them are, I think. I only took photos of the parts I loved, so you're not seeing the 1980s kitchen with the rooster wallpaper border, the odd purple front door, or the carpeted "den." Pretty ugly, really.
All I was concerned about today with my camera were the images, the light, the pathos.
|I was on my way to a banquet when I squeezed in this photo session. I didn't want you to think I wear that much jewelry around the house.|
|the mother's dressing room|
|a pencil sharpener in the dressing room?|
|lavender glass doorknob|