I’ve been at it again I’m afraid.
Where do I find the time you might ask! What with work, and this blog (another addiction of mine), Heart Home magazine, the odd bit of DIY and gardening, family and all the other demands on time, you might think I just wouldn’t have a spare moment. And you are right. But what about those snatched moments whilst eating breakfast, waiting for the bath to run, waiting for the BF to come to bed? That’s when you might find me on the iPad devouring an estate agents website. I know, it’s sad beyond belief.
But I can’t help imagining…
What it would be like to live in a stunning house like this. Architect designed with double height windows wrapped around an older house, it would have all the light I craved and more, and fantastic views of the landscaped gardens.
Was the art bought for that wall or was the wall built for that art?
And it just looks made for entertaining doesn’t it. I could muster up kinds of culinary masterpieces in this kitchen whilst my guests perch on those stools with drinks in hand, and admire the other masterpieces on the walls.
And we could retire with coffee to one of the much cosier inner rooms and enjoy the fire.
Or would I rather live in a house like this…
A converted watermill in the country with a fully operating mill and masses of period details.
Dinner parties would be much smaller, more intimate affairs with flickering candlelight, the best antique china and soft background music. Guests wouldn’t want to go home.
And Sunday afternoons would be spent in front of the fire with feet up and a pile of weekend papers before putting the kettle on and cutting the freshly baked cake.
Which would you choose?