We stayed in this 1877 farmhouse on the coast of Maine a few weeks ago, and the house—an extraordinary, beautiful mess of peeling vintage wallpaper; creaky, paint-splattered wooden floors; cherished antiques, handmade ceramics and dishware collections—became the central experience of our entire trip. Exuding a strong, meaningful sense of place and history, the house and all its charming details—down to every last note card tucked into a mirror and dedicated book of bedside poetry—tell the stories of the past century. I’m keeping this one a secret for now. It feels too personal to share (and I have a conflict of interest—I want to keep going back!). I hope you enjoy the peek inside and can get a sense of what a special place this is—how lived-in and well loved. I can almost hear the sound of the ocean and smell the evergreen trees mixed with fresh salty air.
07.29.2010 | by: Meghan