I stopped to gas up my wee chariot Thursday afternoon and saw this lovely congregation of lumber parked nearby. I'm having log cabin envy, now. I'm just imagining those big posts being the pillars at the front of a wide porch lined with rocking chairs and sleeping hounds. Lazy afternoons would be spent there shelling peas, reading and nursing at mint juleps. Or drinking coffee and cleaning guns. *insert Beavis-style snerkery here*
I really love lodge style, but my decorating sensibility is more what I call neo-trashical. I've picked up many a gem on roadsides far and wide. When I stopped driving pickup trucks, that was a teeny first-step toward recovery from a relentless acquisitive drive to "salvage" other peoples' castoff "treasures." *aherm* Still, all my fabulous crap would look great in one of these houses.
Actually, I think the logo on the back of the truck window was for Fuller. I could be mistaken. Speaking of things that make me drool, I think this house pretty much looks perfect with its wrap-around porch. *le sigh*
