When I used to give people directions to our house, I would tell them to look for the skinny blue house with bright purple shutters. And purple foundation. And purple doors. And purple eaves. And purple everything.
The day we moved in, our front porch looked like this: Like maybe we were in the jungle. Or Key West. It was really private—which I loved. It had an overgrown, Grey Gardens vibe. Which was pleasing in a dramatic way. Like I might become a person who wears scarves and doesn’t clean the […]