This house looked like it was about to fall into itself

Built back in 1887, a house by the side of the road looked like it was going to fall down any minute. When people who were looking for a new home to purchase passed by this enormous place, they didn’t even bother to give it a second look, but then, a person spotted the wracked home and decided to buy it.

After investing time and money, he managed to preserve this piece of architectural history and turn it into an incredible home.

The transformation of this house is almost too good to be true.

This is what it looked like at the beginning.

And this is what it looks like now, after restavration.

The inside is even more stunning than the outside.

This house looked like it was about to fall into itself

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And this is what it looks like now, after restavration.

The inside is even more stunning than the outside.

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The floors are composed out of five different types of wood. Splashes of color and light come in thanks to these stained glass panels.

Each of the five bedrooms on the second floor are decorated in a unique style and have special charm.

There is even a small room that is just perfect for an office with a view.

Who wouldn’t want to live in such a lovely and cozy place that offers that special feeling of warmth.

This definitely feels like home.

My Maid of Honor Declined to Wear the Dress I Selected for Her – Her Alternative Outfit at My Wedding Astonished Me

When Jessie’s maid of honor, Emily, showed up in a dress that Jessie didn’t pick, her picture-perfect wedding day took an unexpected turn. Emily’s shocking attire sparked chaos, setting the stage for some sweet payback.

Hey everyone, Jessie here! Two weeks ago, I married the love of my life, Kevin. It should’ve been the happiest day ever, right? Well, thanks to my so-called best friend, let’s just say it became a story for the ages — and not in a good way.

Emily, my supposed best friend, the woman I’d chosen as my maid of honor, managed to steal the spotlight in the most outrageous way possible…

Emily and I have been best friends since we were knee-high to a grasshopper. We practically grew up together.

Now, don’t get me wrong, Emily’s a great friend, supportive and always there for me. But there’s this one tiny, well, not-so-tiny detail about her — she’s a tad competitive.

It started small, you know, harmless races on the playground to see who could reach the swings first. In high school, it was all about grades—who could snag the highest GPA.

Then came college, and suddenly, it was about who could throw the most epic birthday bash. You name it, we “competed” at it. But hey, that was all in good fun, right? Or so I thought.

Despite her win-at-all-costs streak and arrogance, we always managed to stay close. I never really saw it as a competition; I just figured a little healthy rivalry pushed us both to be better.

We navigated life together, from scraped knees on the playground to the corporate jungle of our careers.

And when my boyfriend Kevin popped the question, there was no doubt in my mind who’d be my maid of honor—Emily, obviously.

Planning the wedding was a whirlwind of excitement. I wanted everything perfect, down to the last detail. Romantic elegance was the theme, with soft hues of lavender and blush creating a dreamy spring garden vibe.

The bridesmaids’ dresses were a beautiful shade of lavender, the perfect complement to the whole aesthetic. I mean, I was paying for everything, dresses included, so naturally, I wanted everyone to look stunning and harmonious.

The day of the final fitting arrived, and Emily came over, all smiles and sunshine.

But as soon as she saw the dress I’d picked for her, her smile completely vanished. She held the lavender fabric at arm’s length like it was some kind of contagious disease.

“Uh, Jess,” she mumbled, “I don’t think I can wear this.”

“What? Why not?” I furrowed my brow, completely confused. This was the dress we’d all picked out together, the one everyone agreed on. And it was gorgeous.

“This color just washes me out,” she whined. “I’ll look like a ghost in it.”

Honestly, that was a stretch. The dress would look amazing on her, like it was practically made for her curves. But Emily was never one to back down from an argument, especially when it came to “winning.”

“Come on, Em,” I tried to reassure her, “it’s the same dress everyone else is wearing. You would look beautiful, trust me.”

But she wasn’t having it. She huffed and puffed, making a scene about how unflattering the dress was and how she just couldn’t possibly walk down the aisle looking like a pale ghost.

My patience started to wear thin, but you know how it is with bridesmaids, especially your best friend. You just don’t want any drama, right? So, I caved.

I reluctantly agreed to let her pick out another dress, hoping she’d at least choose something that wouldn’t clash with the whole lavender theme.

Fast forward to the wedding day. Everything was picture-perfect — the flowers, the venue, even the weather cooperated and decided to bless us with a beautiful spring day.

Butterflies danced in my stomach as I stood at the altar, waiting for the music to cue the bridal party entrance. My bridesmaids walked down the aisle one by one, looking stunning in their lavender dresses, just as planned.

Then came Emily’s turn.

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