What Dreams are Made of.

I think I should've been born in the 1800s or something. I am sick of all of these boring linear designs and the plain plain plain!! Give me something with character and a bit of history and I am awe struck. My little cousin just got married at the Grand Island Mansion off the delta, and my heart was flying out of the top of my head when I saw it! I was not only swooning because I was SO happy to see my cousin join lives with her love, but this PLACE! Gah!!! I wish I could live there! If only.... There were Van Gogh's and Monet's and Rembrandt's (replicas of course) everywhere. Glass door knobs with old brass locks, candle wall sconces and huge windows. There were the most charming Greek columns and sculptures of radiant women carved out of marble. A movie theatre with crushed red velvet and raught iron seats, and a single lane bowling alley with beautiful old pins. I could go on and on. But oh---to live surrounded by such pieces. To see all of that beauty every where you look. Maybe it is all about perspective- that there IS beauty everywhere, just in different forms. Which I do agree with. Definitely. I am not discrediting the beauty of the ordinary. But once in a while, tasting the extraordinary....well....that is what my dreams are made of. <3





Here are some photos I took of and at the Grand Island Mansion, and some of the surrounding scenery.