It was a long hard pull between Pocatello and Spokane
but I arrived late, at Taddyporterville, and dove straight into a couple pairs of healing arms.
Missus and Mister Taddyporter played host to me after my first night on the road and I don’t think there could have been a lovelier or more healing stop over on all of the planet for me. There’s just something mysteriously and wildly healing and about that woman, and her loyal and lovely man is just as wonderful. It was the delight of my heart to stay the night in their vintage mansion on a hilltop in Spokane.
The delight of my heart.
Their home is done up in the most breathtaking and comfortable antique fashion, true to the character and age of the home, with perfect taste and delicious quirk in every single room. I’d like to share some of the experience with you, if you don’t mind looking:
I didn’t even manage to capture an image of Taddy’s rescued deer mouse! Oi vey! And the stroll we took over to Rebecca’s house, just down the street, had me swooning, holding a parrot and exclaiming about a cock-a-doodle-doo in a bathroom!
I love it when I get to visit places that I so obviously belong in. It makes the world seem small and friendly. It makes my life feel full of destiny.
To say the least, I was sad to pack up and leave in the morning (er….afternoon).
But a giant bag full of corn on the cob and the promise of a swim at Grand Coulee Dam in the heat of the afternoon pushed me onward and closer to Winthrop; to love and a BBQ at the North Cascade Smokejumper Base!
Tallyho!!!
xx
Plume
*gaaaaaaasp*
That house! That birdie?? Oh my wow.
I'm going to be looking at these photos ALL DAYLONGLONGLONG.
Hang on to your britches!!!!!!
I've got more coming:)
Love you, Fawn!
xx
*claps hands like a two years old!*
I was doing all right till I got to the WALL of cabinets in the kitchen. Then I promptly fell off my stool.
TADDY. You must rename the mansion "Taddyporterswoonterificville" and set your prices for a bed and breakfast stay. I'll even bring the breakfast.
I have house lust in my soul.
oh wow. wowwowWOOWWW.
clawfoot!
cabinets!
(BIRDIE!)
can't wait to see moremoreMORE. enjoy!!
Pray tell how the starling came to stay and how s/he avoids being eaten by (or befriended) the cat!
Great old house and lovely photos, as always.
:)))
D
Are you kidding me?!!!!! I knew it was lovely, but I had no idea it was THAT lovely. Sigh.
HOUSE LUSTIFICATION INDEED.
Oh boy oh boy, this is a special post! Not only because it gives us all another glimpse into the beautiful Taddy – but that you capture the soft light, history of old surfaces, wood and feathered creatures so well. I love this, and you, and her and her home.
My peeps,
this home is about fifty gazillion times more magical than I was able to capture with camera. Seriously. I was tripping all over myself and when I finally fell asleep, I think I felt magical.
…I miss Taddyporterville.
…i would give up Margaritaville for Taddyporterville…in a nyc minute…