My dream home has cosy corners with soft squishy chairs and crocheted rugs over the arms for snuggling, and books, lots of books...real ones.
My dream home glows with the warmth of worn wood, utensils, china and glassware glinting from open cabinets.
My dream home has photos in frames displayed everywhere, reminding us of fun times, cherished memories and loved ones who have left us because their time here in this life was at an end.
My dream home does not adhere to a colour scheme or a style. It is just a collection of things I love in all the colours of the rainbow.
My dream home has furniture that has seen better days, because the 'better days' are the history of our family.
My dream home does not seek to impress those we don't know, but to embrace those we love.
Shabby, never. Well loved, always.
