This is a grand old porch with the flag flying. A red front door, black shutters and of course, the picket fence!
Olivia captured these two old buildings on our little adventure to Eufaula a few weeks ago, Great backdrops for the portraits we took of her. Oh the stories these old buildings could tell about yesterday.
One day........ I like to translate that into someday. Funny, now that our house is full of things I love, I still can't stop that shopping habit for great old pieces. Often I think "I should keep that, it will look great in the someday house". Or, "I should buy that, it is such a great price and would look great in the someday house." I then rationalize and say to myself "I can find a place for it, cause one day is someday and someday is coming." For those of us who love the hunt, live for the find, and keep dreaming of the someday house, this all makes perfect sense. I do "trade up" as some folks say, buying the next better piece and saying goodbye to the item it replaced. It's a romance with decorating and perserving articles from the past. In that case, hum this old favorite "some day my house will come" to the tune of some day my prince will come. Until then, I'll just keep waiting for one day to become the someday that is yesterday.