What was going on in the minds of the Victorians back in the day, that they filled their homes with these wonderful old prints.
Romance obviously...the dreams of the perfect relationship and fairytale lifestyle...
...and the toil of the day(every day) was a walk in paradise, blossom filled paths lead to a darling cottage in the valley...
...and every home had this special portrait of a special deity...though I'm not quite buying the blue eyes...it was necessary to have to confirm your devotion...
But they all make my lil' pink shack feel cozy and warm...you know, like granny just moved out...