A Way of Life
Home in Lush Country
I’ve often thought about my Dream Home and so many ideas come to mind. I have an eclectic personality and find comfort in many different designs. I have always loved elements of certain designs like the traditional windows and large staircase banisters of Victorian homes; the wrap around porches and built in shelves of Craftsman homes or the A-line roofs and pin-striped, canopied windows of Storybook/Tudor Revival homes. When I think of a home, my focus is more about how each element of the space makes me feel.
When I imagine my dream home, it is something alike a French cottage, tucked away in flowering hedges, with a wide, wrap-around porch of slate flagstone, with steps woven into the earth, leading from the back entry point all the way down to my garden.
My garden would be filled with flowering shrubs, elderberry bushes, and common fruits and vegetables. My dream home would have a large back yard lined with a creek, so my dogs could roam freely and play. It would have blooming, white Magnolia trees, majestic Red Maple trees and a Weeping Willow where I go to sit and paint.
Inside my home, I imagine pleats of early morning sun casting through large, double-hung, arched windows, and a palette of amber and yellow undulating across reclaimed, oak floors. I imagine stepping onto the porch and relaxing in my swing with a cup of coffee each morning.
I imagine my home is a place for gatherings of many kinds around a fire; a place where solace and personality come together, and where each room marries the next. A place rich in history, with old world masonry, lited French doors with stained glass, and a brass, fluted, spiral staircase in the center of the largest room. A place where every nook and cranny are decorated in vining and flowering plants. A place where walnut-stained furniture, down-filled cushions and velvet fabrics invite sleep. I imagine the walls in shades of green, white, and black with rust and gold accents and textured surfaces; where Dark Academia decor meets Whimsical; lush, and characteristic of a fairy tale.
My home is a place where plants flourish, flowers blossom and the sound of chimes echo calmly throughout the day. It is where I relish in natural elements and fixate my thoughts on nothing other than the beauty of it all. A place where I am no longer bound to conformity, stress-inducing noise pollution, and a taxing routine.
My Dream Home is a place with much character and deep soul where peace is not just a yearning, but a way of life.
Lindsey A - Phoenix, AZ