Monday, June 14, 2010

But I Can Dream, Can't I?

No trip home to Lynchburg, Va., is complete without my beloved tour of homes... an even blend of old and new money.Truly one of my favorite homes ever. My childhood pal Marianne had a skeleton key that fit the entrance to this house, which was inexplicably deserted in the mid-1970s, so we used to play house, steal flowers and dance around the massive ballroom.And finally, one that I can afford—and probably even pay for in cash. Full equity, baby!