. . . and it is very possible that there may be one too many projects happening here at once, and every time things get a little too hectic, thoughts seem to turn to seaside cottages nestled among leafy trees and manicured hedges, facing the water, always, and every room in pretty wallpaper and perfectly patterned floors, the cane beds have canopies and the bed linens are monogrammed, and every night, there is nothing but the sound of crashing waves intermingled with sweet, sweet dreams . . .
[images : guest bedroom in dallas by cathy kincaid via encore! life /// a previous article]
