No, not our house. Our house is a circa 1972 charmless white brick ranch. Moving into it from our gorgeous little 1920's bungalow in Charlotte, NC--with it's lovely porch, 9' ceilings, wood floors and glass doorknobs--was depressing. But our current home has space enough for all the kids, and we are in the country rather than the city as we were.
This house is one we pass every Sunday on our way to Mass in Kentucky. I've always wanted to photograph it, but never had my camera. Bret thankfully reminded me of my resolution to take the camera with me wherever I go.