


I love my house. It looks like a bowl of fruit. It makes me smile everytime I drive up to it. It's an old house. It's 101 years old. Funky colors for a funky old house.
The inside feels like me, all retro. I always wanted to live in a novelty store and now I do. How old am I anyway? Old enough to appreciate a good cigar box, the dynamics of Pez containers, the whir of the wheels on a tin toy, and the collective wisdom of owning a whole village of salt & pepper shakers.
My kitchen is retro too. My prize posessions are my Gaffers & Sattler stove and my gorgeous pre-50's fridge with revolving shelves.
Ok, ok enough about the house...yawn.
3 comments:
You have one of the refrigerators with the rotating shelves? Oooooh, I am speechless with envy!
And, in my humble opinion, there can NEVER be too much talk about fabulous old houses! Especially when the house in question is as amazing as yours. :)
Nik- love your new blog y la casa con muchos colores!
I LOVE your house! It is the best house, EVER!!! I am so glad I found your blog.
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