Dream a little dream for me. . . .

So Lance and I have some really amazing friends, and these really amazing friends APPARENTLY have some skills at finding homes that are perfect for them, but in doing so they find ones next to ones that are completely ideal for us. I love my friends I truly do but they have put this house in my head that on paper is everything I have EVER wanted in my first home, now keep in mind other than the houses I have rented in the past or the ones Mom and Dad have paid mortgages on I have never ever owed my own house. NEVER, now don’t think that I am upset about this, really and truly I have wanted a house the moment I walked into my first pottery barn and the suppression of need/want/desire has been suppressed.

But since setting my beautiful eyes (they are quite pleasant, my favorite feature and I don’t mind telling you so) on this brick worked beauty it is all, literally, I have been able to dream/think about. So I wanted to share the image with you so it will get stuck in your mind as well.

Dream away fools.

And yes Hannah there is a special room in there for you.

Please feel free to send me money for a down payment at anytime my lovely loyal readers.