Sorry for the long delay- I got super busy, school, music blahblahblah, here's an awesome post!
My mother recently told me about a beautiful Mansion in Long Beach, CA that was a diamond in the rough. "It's gorgeous," she exclaimed. "But it's in the worst kind of neighborhood." She wasn't kidding. The day I went to scope it out, there was a drive by shooting just down the street. Needless to say, I was a little scared to go back, but turns out it was a great day to do so.
It was the day before Mother's Day and my mother and I decided to make a day out of it, so we went to the beach for some lunch then off to the estate. Here's my outfit for the day: a new dress I bought at Goodwill for $5, my new spiderweb fishnets, heeled Mary Janes, and a small hat I made myself.
I know this sounds weird, but I felt like I had to dress up to show respect for this historical home. I was touched by it's beauty, and knowing that it came from an entirely different era really resounded in me.
On to the estate! The reason why it was a great day to go was because it was some sort of festival day. The foundation in charge of taking care of this house has little community festivals to bring in some publicity and donations, so there was live music, dancing, and food too.
This was on the front of the home. I hope that other California gothlings will go as well.
From here, we gave a donation and entered the estate. Several tour guides showed us the downstairs and upstairs portions of the estate. Long story short, it was GORGEOUS. Just... utterly beautiful. I COULD have taken photos, but I couldn't- it was so beautiful that I thought it'd be disrespectful to take photos of the home. I know it's weird, but having already done research on the home, it's history, it's owner, how she fought so hard to keep her home intact and, yes, her murder, all made this house mean more to me.
Example, I've heard every song by Emilie Autumn. I've read about her life, seen her Advent Calendar, read her book, and dressed like a dedicated muffin for the past 4-5 years of my life. But actually SEEING her in person, performing onstage right before my eyes, SEEING the muffins, I began to cry. It felt like meeting a unicorn...
Back to the house. Here's the first website I found that explains a bit about the house, click around for photos of the inside of the house as well as the story behind the house:
Less blah, more photos!
Yes, it had a garden too.