Monday Mimisms ~ The House That Breathes

My favorite antique store. A beautiful afternoon. A camera full of batteries and time on my hands. The family-owned business is small by mall strip comparison (who needs that? Really) but rich in ambiance and history. "Well look who's here. Our favorite customer. Come on in and bring your camera with you." This is what I hear once the creaky door is opened. Now that's more like it! Somebody FINALLY understands blogging.  She didn't have to ask twice. I always get butterflies in my stomach going in. Strolling around in that shop is like a mini soul vacation. I could (and do) stay for hours. After catching up with our lives since for a few minutes and oohing and ahhhing over the talented designer's new/old Christmas trees in each room, I got down to shopping business.
No. I'm not telling you everything. Some of you just might be on that list.
Come with me! Let's look around.

It has a Blue Room just like the White House.

And a black and white checkered floor to match the cornice board

and treasures

Why didn't I come home with this lamp? What was I thinking??!

I found big trees

and little trees

red trees where trees ought to be

Villages

 and villagers

in pudding cups

Stairs for climbing

 

Dolls in green rooms

naughty and nice

cruets and polka dots

 and light from windows of branches and trees

spilling into a house that breathes

 light on wood

where light ought to be

somebody is out of pudding it seems....

 red red chairs and carrot-nose stares

and Santa, oh Santa, he was there

sitting high on a shelf 
with his trusty elves

(even if they are on the plastic side)

But the room I love most isn't a room at all. It's not the biggest or the brightest. It doesn't have a tree or a chandelier. In a corner overlooking elm trees way up in the top of the top of the house, it sits just so.

Not much room and too many mirrors. 

Hats on the walls and stained glass church without Jesus. 

A tiny corner room overlooking the street. Secrets. Promises. Inspiration.

 The muse lives here.... I do believe.

It is the infamous Closet of Hats where I once met a mysterious lady.

who blogged a lot

  She's still around.