Ever since my third grade year, when Mrs. Donelle read a short story to the class about a man who lived in a pink house- I have dreamed of having my very own, PINK house. Though, I don't just like any old pink. It has to be a tasteful shade of pink. Something blush, or shell pink- preferably. Magenta or Hot Pink is definitely out.
It seems that everywhere you go in the world, you see at least one pink house. There are lots of pink houses in Florida, and Savannah always had it's fair share of pink, if not purple, humble abodes. There were pink houses in Philadelphia, and pink painted townhouses in Greenwich Village. There are even pink houses on the rocky shores of Maine. When I traveled to England there were pink houses everywhere I looked and in France the pinkish plasters varied from home to home. From what I could tell, Spain has a thing for pink too. One day, I will travel to Amsterdam in hunt of a pink houseboat- that's my ultimate dream. A pink house that floats!
Until the day that I can buy my own pink house, I will be on the lookout for paintings, prints & photos of pink houses. Somehow in the past 6 months, 3 different pink-house images (2 large paintings & one framed vintage photograph) have made their way to me; without even seeking them out, they found me in the form of gifts. I took this as a sign, that perhaps it is time for a new collection! The hunt is on...
xo,
H
1 comment:
you are so charming, i would like to come visit you in your pink house one day!
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