A lovely old home in our neighborhood caught on fire last year and on a recent walk with Jack and Garth, we were tempted to venture inside. After several minutes of whispered debate (“do you think we should?” “I don’t know, do you think we should?”) and a thorough check of the lot to see of anyone was there, we ventured inside. It was such a beautiful disaster. Everything was coated in the same charcoal gray, and there were these enchanting white vine designs on the walls. A desk full of opened bills, a pile of clean-ish blankets in the otherwise empty living room, and a single shot glass in an otherwise post-fire-emptied cabinet created even more intrigue about the house. We tiptoed from room to room, watching our step and gawking at the charcoal covered linens, the skinny bathroom door, and sky visable through the gaping holes in the roof in the bedrooms.

Totally enchanting. I’m working on customs today, but I’ll be back later in the week with something for the xoelle shop that is so rad it’s maddening.

till then,
elle!

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