The first line of Beyonce’s song “Irreplaceable” comes to mind: “To the left, to the left.” Move that window to the left, to the left, for Pete’s sake.
Bad enough the rectangular window has been replaced with an inappropriate tiny vinyl stock window. In the wrong place. Add to that the half circle window above and you start to read the past of this little cottage: it’s been tortured to within an inch of its life. Add the vinyl and odd configuration of life-size tinker toys (reprise: “to the left”) and we have the recipe for a perfect WTH.
The Victorian cottage is one of the sweetest structures in the pantheon of architectural styles, but it seems there is a never-ending supply of examples of what can be done to demean them. These are irreplaceable. Do you dream of seeing them restored to their original look, too?
I will never be able to unsee that. Darn it. That will bother me forever.
You do make it sound as though the dwelling is a “living, breathing organism!”