07/10/2026
What does an attic that no longer exists have to do with getting me out of bed every morning in a castle? 🏰
Everything.
For years, the entire abandoned top floor of Dunskey has been a key part of the inspiration that hoisted me out of bed, even on cold, gray and stormy mornings where it's too overwhelming to even push back the tiniest of the comforter ⛈️
On those mornings, I think about the top floor.
Dunskey was completed in 1902. But the patriarch who built it, Charles Lindsay Orr Ewing, died just before it was finished.
So the entire top floor was simply... abandoned.
No electricity. No plumbing. Discolored, peeling walls. Hidden cupboards stuffed with junk. Dead bugs, and once, a mouse's carcass baked into the floor board.
For years, I poked through every nook and cranny.
I was hoping to find a priceless painting that would rescue Dunskey. (Never materialized.)
I was convinced Mrs. Rochester was lurking behind the fraying curtains. (Also never materialized.)
What I did find:
- Old books 📚
- Strange, wonderful color combinations, different in every abandoned room 🎨
- Gorgeous Delft tiles, cracked but still beautiful 🧱
Each of those pieces quietly became the blueprint for the new Dunskey: its interiors, its palette, its whole aesthetic.
We've now completely renovated the top floor. So technically, the attic is gone.
But every morning, I still linger over my little collection of its odds and ends. And every morning, I find awe and love in every bit of it 🤍
That's what still gets me up. Always and ever.