Romancing the rental

There is no sweeter place than home,

where we rise to greet each day,

where we warm our selves from winter's cold,

where we nourish body and spirit,

where we return when we are weary and afraid.

Home is the only place Dorothy wished to be,

despite all the adventures and wonder that lay before her.

Indeed there is no place like it.







Welcome to a new home I can call my own.

It is a rental in town, quite a departure from

the country house that I occupied for 15 years.

It sits on a brick street lined with a variety

of old houses.

The oldest part of the house dates from 1853---

yes, there is wavy glass in those windows!

An enclosed porch extends a warm greeting

to all who enter.





Just inside the door lies the living room.

You may recognize some items from my

previous home. In fact, nothing here is new,

although the rooms dictate different arrangements.





Of course I am constantly playing with the placement of things.

The living room has changed several times since I first moved in.






This doorway leads to the second floor,

a walk-up attic bedroom.

I like the way the stairs have a European feel

to them, with the door being positioned part way up them.

Three cats share this home with me.






The kitchen is one huge, open room.

There is nothing fancy here, just a plain old

farmhouse style kitchen.

It does not suit my taste or aesthetic,

but it is functional and the colors are now

neutral, so I am able to live with that.

More images will follow after I return from

a trip to the southland.

This morning I am in beautiful Savannah, Georgia

for another day of taking in art, architecture, great food,

and warm weather.

Happy new year to all!

May 2011 bring you a wealth of possibilites.

Until next time...
Anne