I was warned. My best half told me I would literally go crazy. He was half right.
The quaint cottage is nestled amongst tall evergreens that have been there for decades.
There is a collection of ‘things’ strewn around the exterior including an adorable dog house with a fire engine red roof. There was enough character on the exterior to whet my appetite. Stifling the urge to stand there and ‘gawk’ at the stuff lying here and there, I followed the little path to the front door.
It was dusk and the first thing I notice is the screened porch all lit up. It was a cornucopia of lights. A string of hot red pepper lights lined the ceiling from end to end.
A faux palm tree with mini white lights blazed at the entrance bathing us with a wash of light. A wooden parrot swung merrily from a perch suspended from the ceiling. I wanted to stand there and take it all in, but cheery voices interrupted my reverie inviting us in. Darn. I only had a taste of the décor in the entrance. I reluctantly entered the main cottage feeling like I had to leave a bookmark outside.
Apologies were given out for the ‘disarray’. No apologies necessary I quipped! Apologies indeed! This was a feast to behold.
The interior was exactly what I expected and more. Comfortable, overstuffed, red plaid furniture, blankets, throws, quilts, and pillows adorned the sofas subliminally inviting me to sit and put my feet up.
I waited a minute or two as I was in sensory overload. I can’t recall the walls or what they were made of because of the multitude of collectibles hanging from the ceilings and walls.
Typical of me, I opened my mouth to speak before my brain engaged. “This is a picker’s paradise!” I exclaimed while catching the mortified look on my best half’s face. He asked me later if there was ever going to be a time when I could use some ‘filters’. “Apparently not”, I answered back, “not at my age anyway.”
The owner did not take offense. On the contrary, he took it as a compliment. Relieved that I hadn’t caused the rest of our visit to be awkward, we stepped in to the living area.
Suffice to say I had a hard time concentrating on the lively conversation that evening. My eyes kept darting from one corner to another and I am positive that it would take weeks to absorb everything collected in the cottage. I actually loved it. To my surprise I didn’t have the urge to re-arrange anything or to purge. It was eclectic and fun, just the way it was.
It is a joy when I can appreciate others’ styles and tastes even if they don’t match my own. It must be an age thing. So my best half was right; it did drive me crazy, but in a good way. I can’t wait to be invited back!
Disclaimer: For obvious reasons I am unable to post real photos. To give you the jist, I have included some reasonable facsimiles.