Isn't that strange coming from a girl who lived in Colorado for 4 years.
Well, it is a different kinda of cold, it's a cold that finds every little, bitty exposed piece of skin. It is a damp, bone chilling cold.
And as much I like the little cottage, it is a bit drafty.
I decided I would share some pictures of the cottage from the summer.
Of the days that I would sit in the wicker rocking chair, looking at the new Victoria magazine and dreaming about how I would decorate the Victorian chicken house.
Remember the Cottage Kitchen?
Remember how I had to paint the walls because they were bright lime green?
Remember the beautiful door knobs?
Remember the beautiful pocket doors?
Remember the nice and tall dining room ceiling?
I was recovering from the convoy of the move.
I remember planting my Clematis and little rose bush.
They were so glad to stick their little toes
back into the soil.
I remember the farm auction. The first one I had been to in over ten years. It was so hot! I had fun though, eating a hot dog and bidding on this cute wicker table, a wicker rocker, and my chandelier!
I remember dreaming about where I was going to put this in the new house.
Now she is painted and all her prisms are sparkling.
She is at the new house getting ready to be put in the breakfast room.
Good Ole Days of Summer, how I miss thee!
I do like the four seasons, but I think I enjoy summer the most!
Our days at the Cottage are coming to an end.
Even Lindsey has mentioned how the little cottage sure has been nice...
We walked to the library
Befriended the neighbors & their cats
Rocked on the porch and read books
and hit the garage sales
I will definitely be coming back for the garage sales!
Have a cozy, winter evening...