i say 'estate sale finds,' but really, i brought nothing home from this sale but snapshots and an imagination run wild. before heading to hillsboro to save the bottle rocket motel last weekend, i went to a few estate sales with my friends, one of which was in an 1887 home in a historic neighborhood.
i almost felt as if i were entering crotchety mr. pendergast's dilapidated manor (please tell me how much you love pollyanna -- i can't be the only one).
everything was faded.
and bare.
and quiet.
the house was full of the clutter that fills a home over 124 years, but i couldn't focus on books and cutlery and maps when there was such a haunt to explore.
there were so many small, out-of-the way rooms and views.
i was particularly taken with this room. as soon as i saw the tennis rackets and the suit jackets, visions of a melancholic richie tenenbaum, former tennis prodigy, filled my mind.
everything was a bit grey gardens meets the royal tenenbaums.
an eerie perfection.
i would have loved to have seen this place in all its splendor, but i suppose i'll have to settle for a ghost.
Wow! That room with the tennis rackets and stained wallpaper! Its so darn spooky! I too immediately thought of Richie Tenenbaum. I love spooky old places like that! The pictures you got are beautiful. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks! You can bet you would never find me near this place at night. It was creepy enough during the day (and hot and dark and stinky - no electricity), but at night? Forget it.
ReplyDeleteSo, so beautiful. Love these shots! I love the yellow roses wallpaper. And the water stains.
ReplyDeleteim so glad you took these pictures
ReplyDeleteI adore Pollyanna! (and your photos)
ReplyDeleteSo scary to stay there. Anyway, that was a great estate sales hunting!
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