





Amen.




Which do you prefer? I think I still like these the best.
Growing up in the South, I have seen only a handful of snowstorms and even then, what we consider a serious snowfall is probably a small nuisance to most. So whenever my husband suggests a ski trip, I laugh. We don't have the gear or the clothing, and when I peer into my crystal ball I can predict with certainty a trip to the emergency room after a day on the slopes.






Aren't these just dreamy? Must.go.to.sleep.now. "Goo Nigh," as my three-year-old would say.

Continuing on the theme of the South, some beautiful images of homes which have seen better days. And yet, in my opinion, although these homes are no longer habitable, they are perhaps more beautiful in this grand state of decay than they once were in their finest...
{image via wondertime}
...perfectly imperfect in every way
...lookey there, I have those very Panton chairs, does that make me as cool as these people? (sadly, I fear not)
... serenely beautiful, and I've always wanted that Ingo Maurer chandelier
...simple, lovely
...love the marble, love the wood table, but really, all I can think of is the constant giggling which that fine art photograph would elicit over cheerios, every morning, at my house...all I would hear would be numerous whispers of "boobies!"
...OMG...is that a swing in the dining room?
...why not, when the dining room is in the most incredible STABLE that there ever was...lucky horses
...peace and quiet
...those plates take it from functional to sublime
...light and shadow
...nothing quite like green after a rainfall
...it's a chalkboard, what else matters...actually those fabulous pull out drawers are painted in chalkboard paint as well, and labeled