I love it when you're reminded of a dream that has faded, and for a moment you remember what it was that sparked your imagination about it. This house is like that. I remember in college when I would drive past the fraternity houses on Milledge and imagine what it might be like to inhabit a faded southern mansion, taking out all the neon beer signs and boys' grossness and filling it with vintage finds and color. Here it is. I'm now sure that my house will not really be anything like this, but it's a beautiful dream, right?
