BUTCH ANTHONY....
I'm waiting.
I'm waiting for you to come fetch me on your Alabaman horse and wisk me away to your 80-acre Alabaman compound, where we can sit barefoot on your Alabaman porch and shuck corn.
Not that I think I belong in Alabama. But I do belong in that house.
Folksy, yes. But there's a definite modern touch, which makes it verrryyy interesting. I mean, check out that wide, white platform bed flounced by antique chairs. And the old sink surrounded by a group of very bold and humorous art pieces.
And who's Butch? He's a 46-year-old self-taught artist to whom this beautiful house belongs. He wears denim overalls every day.
I could too.
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