I spent last weekend at a friend's cottage.Took a breathtaking moonlit river cruise to get there, then woke up to discover a real gem of a place: a classic beauty built way back when and added to during the years.
It's original beauty was enhanced by a patina of memories from summers spent enjoying its stunning setting so that all of its wear seemed to come from joyous use as opposed to benign neglect.
The decor was made up of items contributed from people's homes through the years ... old magazines, antique plates and games adorned the hand-built shelves.
It dripped real charm, the kind that designers try to emulate to evoke feelings of nostalgia and a sense of history.
It's the kind of place that is priceless, as opposed to a multi-million Muskoka monstrosity.
You could really relax and you didn't have to worry about marring the floor, or getting the couch wet and it wasn't until we were home that I even registered that it didn't have a TV.
A little slice of heaven...
Cheers,
Vanessa
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