There’s this lovely historical dream home in my own home town that makes you slow down when driving past, just so you can admire it one more time. You know the kind I mean.
I have looooong coveted this place. It sits on 2 acres of wonderful, glorious privacy, with the most amazing grounds.
It’s just one of those places where you can’t help but taunt yourself with, “If I could buy that, I would!”
Every nook and cranny tells a story and there are so many nooks and crannies, you know you’d never be bored ever again.
But there was another reason I fell in love with this property. It has this fabulous shop separate from the house. You know… a funky junk type shop!
I dream of hosting workshops, and small overnight conferences retreat style, and maybe even have a little room where I could host my own sales once a month with my ever growing collecting. And this place would have been perfection.
So when I drove by one day and noticed there was a for sale sign, you KNOW my heart leapt right out of me for a moment. I pulled over and had to stare at the place. Just. Stare.
But I shrugged my shoulders and knew it wasn’t to be. I didn’t prepare and do what I needed to do to make a move like this. Not this time.
After the place sold, (it apparently sold before the sign was dry) a GARAGE SALE sign sprouted up beside the road. And yet again, I lurched to a stop to peer in from the road the night before.
I didn’t get to preshop, so I head out by 8am the next morning. Naturally, I was too late for the old bikes, but they were out of my price range anyway. Luckily there was still plenty of cool stuff to choose from.
Excuse the snowy iPhone pictures, but there is no time to adjust settings with a big, fussy camera when you are dashing for the goods! Like this vintage schoolhouse light. Yowza!
Old windows by the dozens and even a few old chairs for good measure.
You farmhands will know what these are. I nearly brought them home because they reminded me of my Dad. (they are cow stanchions, they hold the cow in place while they eat and the farmer milks)
It would have been fun to snatch all the vintage suitcases up just to stack. But I don’t have room. Well, I may have if I had MOVED to this place…
Anyway, I ran through the buildings, and grabbed what I fell in love with and started building my pile. Does this look like my pile to you? It was like shopping in Costco with that now or never mentality.
And my pile grew and it grew and it grew…
And this is what I came home with. ANOTHER pile with no home for anything. Yet. 🙂
That chair? The comfort level is off the Richter scale. The deep green (real) leather seat is loaded with springs and it’s the most sturdy, amazing sit ever. I plan to strip down the wood so it looks more aged.
The basket… oh my. It’s now my AMAZINGLY huge laundry basket to house our AMAZINGLY huge laundry piles.
Unusual cranberry glazed clay pots which I’m guessing the owner made. He had a pottery shop on the premises.
MASSIVE toolbox, old window, ancient books for photo shoots (which I used on a barrel in my small cabinets on the wall post HERE) a stoneware jug, cute creamer, old tin, spray snow, and a few other small things.
And yes, the school house light! Swoon… it’s a swag so it can go up anywhere! Cool.
A dreamy garage sale at a dream home, without a doubt!
This dream house story was also a reminder that if we sleep at the wheel, we get to watch everything whiz by us. Some other lucky owners get to enjoy all these wonderful nooks and crannies because they earned it.
I admit… the yard was actually too much for me to handle on my own. I already live in a fab home that doesn’t demand constant repairs, minimal yard work I don’t have time for as is, and we really do have everything we need, complete with a mountain view out back.
But… one day I desire that workshop. And barn. And cool old house. I want to fall in love with every nook and cranny and tell stories until you can’t bear to hear any more stories.
This is the second dream house I had to let go of in my area. And this one with that shop was REALLY hard. So there’s only one thing left to do.
Roll up my sleeves and work hard for… ‘third time lucky perhaps?”
What does your dream home consist of? Or are you already there?