Drive by's

No matter if I'm making a quick run to the market for eggs, or on my way home from an appointment, I love to take spontaneous detours into the local neighborhoods and drive by the houses. Its what I commonly refer to as "drive by's". I'll study paint color choices and landscaping, or lack there of. And in my mind, I seem to remodel almost each one, and picture what I would do with it if it were my home.

There's one house in particular that I seem to drive by the most. Located in a quiet, homey little seaside town, this house seems to know my name, cause it calls at me from miles away. I first discovered this little house on our way to one of our favorite little breakfast joints. One of those little hole in the wall restaurants, where the food is impeccable, there's always a wait, and the locals come hungry.

Such a modest little thing, this is just the sweetest, tiniest house. White paint accented with gorgeous aqua blue trim. Beautiful rose bushes in the yard graced with a sweet white picket fence. When I look at it, I can picture in my mind scenes of my life playing out inside of this house, it's just that sweet. Sure there are plenty of larger, prettier and more modern homes aplenty everywhere you look, but like I mentioned before, this one knows my name, and it calls at me often.

One Sunday morning, we were on our way to breakfast and I asked Adam if he would pull over so that I could take a picture of the house, to which he hesitantly obliged. As I stood on the street with my camera, the owner pulled up in the driveway. A bit embarrassed, I explained to her that I adored her home, and asked her permission to photograph it from the street. Not only did she allow me to photograph it (as seen above) but she allowed us to come inside and take a look. She might as well have been Willy Wonka, inviting me into the Chocolate Factory for a firsthand tour. I thanked her countless times and walked away with a great big smile. And to this day, I will still find silly little excuses to drive by that house.