I was going through a box of old photographs and came across this picture of my grandmother’s house. I used to play on her front porch when I was a little girl and help her tend the big garden she had in the back. Sometimes she would make a big pitcher of lemonade and I would sit on the steps and work on my cross stitch sampler.
No. Not really. I just totally made that up.
The house in the aged photo is actually the one you see below. Photos lie. Whereas I only yank your chain.
This house is one of the original farmsteads in the town in which I live. Long before there were neighborhoods with HOAs and The Gap and Chili’s around here, there was this farmhouse out in the middle of nowhere. Now it’s a museum of sorts. Sean and I like to stop by and take pictures and pretend we live there.
The vintage affect was achieved with a Photoshop action which you can download here for free.