I’m drawn to old barns. To me, they have a beauty about them… a mystique of sorts. They seem to echo “a life well lived”.
I wonder what stories are held within their weathered walls. I can be a bit fussy on what qualifies a “cool old barn” and what doesn’t. A certain amount of wear and tear is charming; authentic size and shape is important; the setting, color.... ect. All these things factor into whether or not I see a barn as having “value” or not. That’s why when the owners of a certain set of barns on the way to our family cottage decided to paint the doors and windows HOT PINK… I was aghast!!
Seriously… who would do such a thing to such a beautiful barn!! Were they trying to be funny?? PLEASE tell me they were just using up old paint!!! How could they!! It didn’t look like all the other barns I loved. To me, it had lost its value.
I wonder what stories are held within their weathered walls. I can be a bit fussy on what qualifies a “cool old barn” and what doesn’t. A certain amount of wear and tear is charming; authentic size and shape is important; the setting, color.... ect. All these things factor into whether or not I see a barn as having “value” or not. That’s why when the owners of a certain set of barns on the way to our family cottage decided to paint the doors and windows HOT PINK… I was aghast!!
Seriously… who would do such a thing to such a beautiful barn!! Were they trying to be funny?? PLEASE tell me they were just using up old paint!!! How could they!! It didn’t look like all the other barns I loved. To me, it had lost its value.
HOLD THAT THOUGHT PLEASE, because I have a story for you.... tomorrow.
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