southern gothic.

yesterday i visited sherry at the house where she is currently house/dog sitting. the dogs are great - a boxer and a bouvier des flanders. cutest. dogs. ever. especially the bouvier. she's a sweetheart. 

the house? straight up southern gothic of the very best kind. huge. brick. lots of wrought iron. tons of gardens with little wrought iron gates and fences and paths. fabulous built-ins. huge windows. ancient wallpaper. tons of books and art (she is involved with the orchestra, he is an art dealer/historian). not one wine cellar, but two! a french-country kitchen. and, in the back, past the yard, before and surrounded by the gardens, a pool. totally the setting for...something. i'd hoped to go swimming today, but alas had other plans. c'est la vie. the one weekend we have pool access and i have other plans.

but i digress.

this house is so beautiful, especially the library, where there is a marble floor in black and while, heavy curtains, a haunting painting of a haunted looking young lady. 

i don't think i could spend a night there. it would be much too creepy. but, oh, so lovely, too.