I love that saying. I bought this little stitchery at a folk art show a few years back. I am definitely an old house kinda girl. You would never catch me buying a brand new house. Nope… give me the creaky floors, the grand old wood work, the windows that are impossible to open, the attics that just may have an old treasure long forgotten. I grew up in a old yellow farm house. That is probably how my affinity for all things old was born.
When I was a little girl we had a woman stop by our house and tell us that she was born in it!! She brought some black and white photos with her of our house when it had been hit by a tornado. The kitchen had all of its walls blown down, but the old wood burning cook stove still stood, and a bowl of eggs was sitting on top of it. Not one of the eggs had broken!!!
If you are lucky enough to live in an old house, full of history and years full of love and family, be gentle to it. Don’t be too mad at it because your shelves kind of lean one way of the other. Don’t be too worried about replacing the old windows, tearing out the crown molding or covering up the wood floor with Berber carpet. There are plenty of houses being built like that every day, but there is probably only one one just like yours~!!