My best friend and I have a little game we like to play wherein we envision our older, widowed selves living a life filled with dirty martinis; caftans; turbans (for me, anyway); glorious meals; fabulous, gaudy jewels; and a really, really hot pool boy. I’m pretty sure this home is where it will all take place.
(via Home Sweet Home; originally published on Sassy in Trousers, 8.12.09)
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