It's funny you post this topic. Kinda gave me chills for a second.
When I was young, my mother worked as a secretery for a major archetect firm in Phoenix, Az. She sometimes would bring renderings home ... I took up an interest in art, and for Christmas "Santa Claus" brought me an easel. I sat there for days and watercolored and pencil drew my own renderings so that she would be proud of me and show her bosses at work.
I had a picture that I'm sure mom has stuffed away in some box of a southern mansion that I envisioned as a home -- my own private little castle. I drew a large library for the master of the house (me) with leather chairs and a dark cherrywood desk, and a huge kitchen and winding marble staircases in the entryway, like those in "Gone with the Wind."
The mansion had a long road dirt road to its circular horse and buggy driveway and wrot-iron gate. The road was draped and shaded by decades-old willow trees, so that it looked like a tunnel to the marble columns and stoney white brick that layered its entrance ...
This picture was so vivid in my mind, I drew every detail, from every angle ... It's almost as if I had lived there in a former life. And at the age of nine, the visions rushed to the paper in a flash.
The grounds were covered in flowers and you could almost smell the suckle-sweet aroma fill the air and honeybees buzzed dance around your head, flying harmlessly to the next rose for nectar.
I found something on the Web that comes close now 32 years later.
Southern MansionI don't know if you spotted the "wedding" specials, Erin ... but I'm currently single. *wink*
They even have two-for-one weddings specials.
You can bring a friend. Perhaps ToastyO would like to ride along?
WaterTiger