in my dreams, i live here: a london cottage.
very often in my dreams, i live in a london cottage. perhaps somewhere near hampstead heath, where it’s lush and green and swimming ponds exist for afternoon dips in the summer months. i love london, and a good friend just moved there, so i guess it’s been on my mind lately. if i had a cottage there, it would be awash with white, and quite simple, but eclectic with loads of vintage finds from portobello road and covet garden flea markets. i think it would look quite a bit like this charming cottage.
i’d have a nice tidy kitchen with open shelving where i could find everything at the ready. and a nice big farm table with mix and match stools just off the kitchen so friends could chat and drink pimms cups while i prepare the sunday evening supper.
an antique cabinet i found at portobello road market would house all my mismatched crockery and dishware. and the living room would be a cozy and comfy spot to read and recline with all my favorite found objects and collectibles on display.