Lately I’m finding myself drawn to old things. Old objects, old furniture, old architecture. Even if something isn’t genuinely antique but it’s made in that style, chances are I’ll favor it. Sometimes new things are just too shiny and pristine. They don’t have the same character and depth.
Starting with an older building makes a huge difference in accomplishing this sort of lived-in vintage look. I had a bit of a moment yesterday when I was thinking about this and realized that when Chris and I start looking for our next home I am probably going to have a mental struggle with the age of the homes. I’m fully aware that the older a home the more likely it will have all sorts of problems and be a headache, but I can’t picture myself in some cookie-cutter brand new digs either. We’ll have to find some sort of happy medium, I suppose. Man would I love some original crown molding though.
We stopped at a local bookstore yesterday and of course I wandered over to the interior design books. There was a used copy of “Really Rural” that I kept picking up. The photos of the few remaining (in the ’90s) authentically rural homes in the French countryside were so enchanting. We’re talking seriously rustic homes with stone walls and fire pits in the kitchen. There is a part of me that would happily move into a home like that and spend my days cooking and cleaning and tending a garden. As long as there’s wi-fi. Got to have wi-fi. (P.S. Apparently you can rent the above home from Sibella Court?! Oh my. I was just drooling over one of her books at the store yesterday.)