contemplating rooms

sometimes i wonder what my home would look like if i had stayed that single girl in san francisco. the one long before kids, living in a drafty, old victorian with my two old dogs.

that home was a big experiment of dumpster dive and flea market finds mixed in with inherited pieces. sometimes the perfect saturday night was sitting home, painting a bathroom wall some exquisite color.

then came babies, and following that a bit of practicality and a lot less time for fussing with small corners.

while none of these photos are of any home i've ever owned { no. really?}, they all remind me of those days of my single girl nesting, in a city rife with history, moody weather {and great trash waiting at the curb}

high ceilings, creaky floor boards, drafty windows, fireplaces that not only, don't work on gas and fake logs, but don't work at all.

ok, and some of these are just wishful thinking. in no way did i have the means to put thousands of dollars in wallpaper up in my rental. nor did my little presidio heights flat resemble an 18th century chateau. BUT if it did, this would have been a nice little saturday morning niche to chill with my friends while recanting adventures from the night before.

i love this next photo, but it should be titled, 'the road i didn't take' {and happily so}

all of these moody,beautiful interiors were shot by james merrell