I dream of the day that my house can be comprised of white walls, almost no wall hangings and super simple items that all have a purpose. I also dream of the day that my wardrobe is comprised solely of black, grey and white clothes that are all perfectly tailored to my body. It's unlikely that any of these dreams will ever fully be realized but damn, I'm sure trying. I've often said that I'd love to be Amish (without the religion and incest) and that thought still hasn't gone away after all these years. This is all leading me to think that I need to immediately purge my squirrel collection, as no respectable Amish woman would have such a thing in her kitchen.
On one of our regular junk runs, my ma and I always pass two properties on a desolate country road that we wish were ours (although I have no interest in living on a desolate country road). One is an old, run down farmstead with a stone barn and farmhouse. You don't often see this style of barn in Ontario, it looks like it could be sitting in the English countryside (and if it was, you can be certain it would already be converted into an amazing house). Look at that amazing chimney! Ahh, I would love to live in a space like this, despite the fact that it would be enormous and I'd have to live near a place called Hoards Station.
Instead of living in a gigantic old barn, I think I'd be better off living in a small, practical abode. Could this old stone house and barn be any more zen? The practicality and simplicity of this place makes me so jealous. Think of what must go on in there due to the fact they have no real maintenance to worry about - they're likely baking bread, churning butter, knitting, smelling the flowers and solving the world's problems - you know, living life. I really, truly love this house.