It was exactly 1 year ago that I was wondering around Long Island trying to navigate the antiques shops and obscure winding roads putting together the Hamptons House. It was a dreamy - and lets be honest, lonely time that I will definitely never ever forget.

Beautiful old barn barn above - taken from inside my rental car

This was literally a dead end that I could not get away from - I ended up here 3 times in an hour as I battled to find my way to the house.
I think there was a reason for it though because it was so dreary and sooo beautiful.


I passed this place on the highway like a million times and I always watched for it because I loved the way the type looked on the signage - perfectly Hamptons old school
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