And it’s for sale! And I kind of feel like if you love a house enough, and are pure of heart, it ought to just magically become yours.
It actually belongs to some acquaintances of mine, and it is even fabulous-er in person. The plaster walls, the archways, the old barn wood on the floors. Last time I was there, I thought about just chaining myself to the stairway.
Or maybe I should just steal that chair made out of suitcases.