The master bedroom was something right out of a romance novel (too bad we were sick most of the week!)

Opposite the bed, there were these double doors that opened up to a second story porch complete with a vintage (but very comfortable) lounge chair. I spent every day during Ava's nap out there, devouring meaningless novels and soaking up the sun (with sunscreen, of course). That's my idea of heaven on earth!

The cottage is named The Victoria, it was built in 1881, 30 years after our house was built!

I absolutely loved the kitchen. Tiny and charming, it boasted this gigantic porcelain farm sink. I photographed it with dirty dishes in it to say, "Hey! I'm on vacation! No FlyLady routines for me this week!"