Even while on vacation, my thoughts are always close to our old stone home. One of my favorite traveling past-times is oohing and ahhhing out the window of the car as we pass through little villages. Main Street of any New England town is of special interest.
I love it even better when on foot, where I can scrutinize the details up close. This house was in the wharf district of Salem, Mass. Some might say that it needed quite a bit of TLC, but I was very drawn to its weather-worn appearance. What a perfect example of a Greek Revival entryway!
I wanted to knock on this door just to tell them so.
Also in the wharf district of Salem was this gorgeous historic colonial. I swooned on the sidewalk and my kids had to use smelling salts to bring me around, the old-fashioned way.
Kidding, mostly. Although, ladies back then often got what they called "the vapors", far be it from me to lay claim to such nonsense.
This amazing pagoda was in a park in the heart of Boston asked Hubby to replicate it in our backyard.
He said it was within the realm of possibility. Those were his EXACT WORDS.
Vacation brightens the horizon, I always say.
I leave you with a photo of this absolutely perfect door. The color must have been inspired by the sea. Or the sky after a storm.
Who knows if any of these inspirations will end up making the "final cut" of what we add to our endless remodeling around here? But one can certainly dream!
Here is the view from the outside of the back wing. Please excuse the wheelbarrow. Also, the blue cooler.
From inside the kitchen, the view is a bit more obscured. We taped a plastic wall up between the kitchen and the back wing in order to keep the dust out of the house until the taping, mudding, and sanding is completed.
The windows are getting a beauty treatment; each one meticulously trimmed with molding and a 7 inch shelf at the base of the sill.
Might I inform the general public that a sheet of plastic does keep out the dust, but not the decibels of a table saw?
