One of the things I love about my new home is that it is great on a macro-as well as a micro-cosmic level. Certainly the sweeping stairs, glass porch, and butler’s pantry are impressive. But so are the details. The more time I spend here the more discoveries I make. It’s like a tiny treasure hunt.
This is one of my favorite views in the house. From here the banister reminds me of a fiddle head fern. I can’t wait to take up the carpet, treat the floors with white lye, and paint the banister glossy, jet black. It will really stand out then.
I saved the best for last. Yes, I have my very own Downton Abbey bell. It’s in the maid’s room, of course. (That’s how we knew what the room was – that and the fact that it’s about one eighth the size of the rest of the rooms.) The family that built the house lived here for generations, until the last childless pair left it to their maid. She lived here with her sister (also a former maid) until they died. Then the family that I bought it from lived here for 30 years. So, though the house was built in the late 1800′s, we are only the third family to occupy it.