House number two from a home tour a few weekends back was certainly a tour de france. The house sits across the street from Rice University and I have always admired it's beauty as I would jog the Rice trail. Ok, so that's a lie. I would admire the beauty as I drove past, probably taunting the runners by waving Shipley's donuts out the window. That's more my speed.
And I digress. The house was perfectly lovelyful inside. I immediately thought of my first blog crush, Joni Webb at Cote de Texas and how much she would love this pretty little babe. I've actually hoped that Joni and I would cross paths one day as she picks up her daily Starbucks behind my pad as I'm walking the pup and she rolls down her window to compliment his curly locks and then invites me over to become her new best friend. It could happen. He does get a lot of compliments.
Digress again. On to the house...
Joni would admire the lovely dupioni drapes pooling effortlessly on the reclaimed floors (actually from France mind you) and the exquisite antique (maybe repro? I don't know) mantle probably from Chateau Domingue (which I got to tool around in when manfriend and I bought our Christmas tree from the Pope tree lot and my insides started doing a happy dance. They were selling an antique settee/bench situation for $14,000. I wish I could have gotten a picture of Will's face).
|Could I be more awkward taking this photo?|
This table looks like one they sold at Wisteria months back that I had a mediocre to intense mental affair with.
|This house really had amazing fireplaces. Too bad we can hardly use them here.|
The master was roped off so this was as far as I could get into the suite. This entire suite is probably larger than the Mr.'s house.
How could you not like this. I feel like when you walk in you're instantly cleaner than you were before. And that Mr. Clean himself is going to pop around the corner and give a good scrub down and you can go about your business for the rest of the day.
Goodnight! Sweet decorated dreams to you.