Winding and Winding

When Ashlee and I were at PAFA the other week, I opened the door that led to the ladies room and there was this gorgeous set of spiraling steps before me. Just gorgeous. They reminded me why I love staircases. Love them. When I was a kid we lived in a little house with no stairs and I always felt that wealthy, fancy people had staircases. And if they were curved or spiraled steps, that meant that they had truly made it to the big time. When we moved, I swore that we had moved to a mansion. It had six windows on the front of the house!, a two-car garage, I had my own bedroom, there were three bathrooms, AND we had a staircase. We were officially rich. In my mind, at least.