Changing Tastes
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There is a house off of Vestal Rd. that I lusted after. It was a two story brick Manor House with balconies on EVERY side, a second story pool and a matching carriage house converted to a three car garage.
I used to drive by the house and blow it a kiss. I used to plot ways to get inside by claiming I was a writer researching the area for a historical novel. I WANTED that house.
Not any more.
I realized a few weeks ago there's another house I'm lusting after. It's a pinkish cottage, currently sale pending, with an oddly angled roof over the front door, a mature garden, and a big twig wreath on the left side of the door when you're looking at it. It just screams "Widowed Witch" to me.
I WANT that house.
I was puzzling about that on the drive home today. Why does this little cottage speak so strongly to me now, and the Brick Manor just makes me smile and shake my head?
I guess it's a combination of maturing tastes and practicality. That Brick Manor house was my girlish dream personified. It spoke to the part of me that longed to be the Little Princess or Mary Lennox from Secret Garden. I wanted to glide over marble floors in a full length dress and host High Tea on the West Balcony as the sun set.
Lately, I'd rather have a small place that reflects the woman I am now. A Wise Woman's house. Someplace more cozy, less ostentatious, easier to keep up. I want to host Tea in a sunny dining room surrounded by whimsical teapots and a flourishing herb garden.
Note how hosting Teatime remains the same. I will always be a little bit British.
I used to drive by the house and blow it a kiss. I used to plot ways to get inside by claiming I was a writer researching the area for a historical novel. I WANTED that house.
Not any more.
I realized a few weeks ago there's another house I'm lusting after. It's a pinkish cottage, currently sale pending, with an oddly angled roof over the front door, a mature garden, and a big twig wreath on the left side of the door when you're looking at it. It just screams "Widowed Witch" to me.
I WANT that house.
I was puzzling about that on the drive home today. Why does this little cottage speak so strongly to me now, and the Brick Manor just makes me smile and shake my head?
I guess it's a combination of maturing tastes and practicality. That Brick Manor house was my girlish dream personified. It spoke to the part of me that longed to be the Little Princess or Mary Lennox from Secret Garden. I wanted to glide over marble floors in a full length dress and host High Tea on the West Balcony as the sun set.
Lately, I'd rather have a small place that reflects the woman I am now. A Wise Woman's house. Someplace more cozy, less ostentatious, easier to keep up. I want to host Tea in a sunny dining room surrounded by whimsical teapots and a flourishing herb garden.
Note how hosting Teatime remains the same. I will always be a little bit British.
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