daydream en Provence.

i'm so glad we stumbled upon this super cute, very bohemian French provencal farmhouse homestay in Provence. hanging out in this quiet little corner of the world, full of rambling wild gardens has been bliss. at least one of us has been quite content to connect with their inner little old lady; sleeping under darned french linen and such. the owners are so lovely and the breakfast is homemade and delicious- the best part is you get to enjoy it in the fresh air amongst all this natural beauty. you can stay here too at Moulin De La Croix (make sure your french is up to scratch when you arrive). 

hangin' around this town. 2.

when i go home to Canada, one of my favourite places to visit is Regina, Saskatchewan; an artsy little cultural hub smack dab in the middle of the prairies. it's where most of my family is from, some of my favourite people live and also where i was born. it is home to some of the cutest, most unique houses, no little boxes made out of ticky tacky here- each one is different (at least in the cathedral area). you can tell that these homes are a source of pride to their owners as well, i always notice how cute their exteriors, porches and lawns are too. i posted about them, a couple of summers ago and have now captured some snaps in the snow. i even inadvertently snapped some of the same homes without even trying. you'll probably never go to Regina, so please enjoy this mini-tour thoroughly.

this is house i grew up in; i just had to photograph it next to another house to emphasise its adorable smallness.

all in the family; homestead.

my uncle grew up in a beautiful old wooden farm house in the middle of the saskatchewan prairies. there was no indoor heating and he said he would sometimes wake up with frost on his face in the morning. one day, his father moved the family to a new home just a couple of kilometres away. they left most of their large possessions behind; mattresses, curtains, a sewing machine and organ are all exactly where they left them. my uncle still lives in the family house they moved into now, with my aunt and two cousins. they took me to see the old place while i was home this winter; where pigeons have now made their home in this dilapidated nest, there is no glass on any of the windows and everything was covered in snow. this was pure magic, you can't make a story like this up.

home is where your mom is. 3.

moving downstairs and into the backyard…

home is where your mom is. 2.

more from my favourite place to be; let's move on to the second floor, shall we?