last weekend, we actually looked at a house across the street from the home i grew up in. weird, right? well, it was weird. i'm not sure the house had been touched since it was built in the 70s. which, honestly, is what i'm wishing for so
everything except the light fixtures, that is. i was absolutely obsessed with every last one of them! obsessed.
images via the awesome husband
don't you feel like that chandelier is begging for some fancy red wallpaper, velvet drapes, an ornate moroccan table with big upholstered armchairs on either end, a mismatched set of vintage decanters on the barcart and gold accents dripping everywhere? i don't even like red and i'd still honor this chandelier with the room it deserves. i wish you could have seen how it sparkled.
wish i liked it enough to buy that crazy house. the search continues . . .