There is something special about Elizabeth, Indiana. I know I grew up in a happy little bubble of swim meets, garden tomatoes, church picnics, barn kittens, and acres upon acres of woods to play in..but it is a blessed bubble that warms me on cold nights in the world of reality.
When 1st choosing a home of our own. Mr. B and I decided on a cute home in the suburbs. We needed something low on the maintenance scale and a safe little place for us to have a family. I had no idea how much I would love surburbia. From yard sales to borrowing sugar....it has been a delightful experience.
I guess you could say I am torn between the country and the burbs. I love the convenience of everything in my home now.
The home I grew up in was 35 minutes from "town." Until you have lived far from "town" that required you to scheduleandd plan everything in reverse, let alone go home ASAP if you have ice cream in the car...you can never fully appreciate the convenience of being close to it all.
And then I came across this home:
I love the look of open shelving and wish my parents would try this in their home.
For the love of beadboard and white....oh so pretty.
It is like this home already knew of my love for checkered floors.
I can see my magnolia plates above this bed. :)
Maybe I could redo a home like this in the historic section of town? I am still trying to figure out my style...but something about this style whispers to me. Lastly, this little home makes me rethink that bigger is not always better.
So much loveliness to inspire.....and of course, it makes me question everything.