I went to a bridal shower this weekend for Adam's cousin.
It was in the middle of nowhere.
I'm serious. Go to the middle of nowhere and then go ten more miles.
You will find the Hopkins House.
A quaint little bed and breakfast that appears just over the hill.
First built in 1870, the original home was burned to the ground in 1902.
And so, Harold Hopkins, at the age of ten, designed a new home to be built on the existing foundation.
At the age of ten this kid designed a home.
Although still maintained by the Hopkins family, the home is now open as a bed and breakfast.
With hardwood floors, french doors and simple white curtains.
Oh, and a two-story library.
Sweet little touches scattered throughout.
If it wasn't so far away from civilization, I would definitely spend a night here.
Oh. And this is my 'I can't BELIEVE I forgot my camera' face.
[navy h&m dress, mint and grey braided belts from h&m, chocolate tights from target, enzo angiolini boots]
Thank heavens for cell phones.
Even if they take blurry photos in low light.