I am destined to live in a converted home. So, by default, is Christian. I know he won’t protest, because we have nearly identical taste. Except for this item:
I’m not sure how to surreptitiously rid our home of it without him noticing. It’s his favorite.
In any event, recently I did an all out Google search for converted homes to add to my Pinterest boards. (Join me on Pinterest! Do it or I will send you a chain email.)
I would be the top #1 happiest person in the world if I lived in this converted church:
Look at this next one! I could lounge in my stuffed chair, gazing at the pommel horse, while Christian prepares a sumptuous repast.
And this next one? In this room, I would simply stand and giggle maniacally. Perhaps an occasional fat tear of happiness would roll slowly down my cheek.
Yes, I’m afraid after laying my peepers on places like these, I’ll never be able to settle for a ho-hum run-of-the-mill “house”. It’s all giant windows and exposed beams for this bitch.Share This Awesomeness: