This is a photo of one of my favorite homes in Indianapolis, it's in a historic district downtown. I love the yellow paint, the panes in the windows, the picket fence, and the wonderful garden. It's full of charm and feels completely American. This is the type of house I dream of. One where it's not to big, the trees are tall, and the garden is green.
But, there is this other part of me that wants clean line, modern, no frills, no fuss. Is there a good way to incorporate Windsor Chairs and Swedish Modern? I don't know, I keep looking.
It's raining out today, it's humid. I've been sick for a week now and this morning when I woke I felt great, no cough, no runny nose, just a slight scratch to the throat. I had to go outside to let Phoebe out an all hell broke loose. It's as if the humid air laughed in my face and said, forget about feeling better, here is your cough and runny nose back. Stupid girl, you should have went to the doctor. I hate when the weather mocks me.