we peeked around a home that's stood nearly two hundred and fifty years...out its blurry windows and into its rooms where george and martha washington slept and ate and read and worked and we walked up and down its steep stairs where the four ford children would have surely walked or ran or played...we wondered if we would have given up our home at a time of war to this man and his wife and their five aides and eighteen servants in the winter of 1779...ford mansion, morristown, new jersey.

meyersdale, pa...looking up and out was pretty nice too.

little part instagram...the mill inside and out...site of a favorite yearly rummage sale this past weekend...as well as our wedding many, many, many weekends ago...favorite estate sale treasures and soon to be favorite shoes...as soon as her feet grow into them...find me @littlepart...

the crayola factory, easton, pa....looking up...

streets lined in brick over one hundred years ago...how much time has changed...how much they have witnessed...how many memories come back...of living on my own, of choosing a path...of falling in love...

we live almost equidistant from the two, yet we have always gravitated toward nyc... philadelphia is beginning to call our name....to me, it  is a beautiful combination of the well preserved and not, of history and art...

our view from the car window this past weekend...
i love them for their age, for their weathered colors, the stories they could tell...