When I was a little girl, one day I fell miraculously, strangely in love with Brussels sprouts. MMM, they were gloriously yummy noms, but I didn't come across them very often. Once we were on a road trip out to California and we went into one of those Shoney's/Kip's type places, and I ordered a plate whose side dish was Brussels sprouts. My mom said "you're not getting that plate just because of the Brussels sprouts, are you?" I solemnly swore I wasn't. The food came out a bit later, and I ate the Brussels sprouts off the plate and left the rest.
Well, I've been secretly afeared that my mom would think this is the reason I bought this house. I swear it isn't. There's also a lovely tin tile ceiling above this. Quite nice, I think.
Now for a proper bath. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Someone sent me a box of goodies from Lush. SQUEEE!
But I didn't choose the whole house just for this one feature. There's a tree house, too. And a porch. And some pretty built-in shelves at the back of the dining... and two massive pecan trees... and other stuff as well...