Last weekend, my best friend and I decided to take advantage of a long weekend and discounted Biltmore prices to go visit America's largest home. My mom and our daughters went with us. I wish I could have taken pictures of the inside, but it isn't allowed. During the time period Biltmore was built, the level of extravagance is something that was unheard of and I tried explaining that to diva-child. I think the girls might not have appreciated the experience, but I loved it. Us adults loved it so much we upgraded out tickets to twelve month passes. I look forward to visiting the week of my birthday during the Festival of Flowers and also during the Candlelight Christmas Evening season. And the free wine tasting at the Winery. And a specialty tour. So many experiences, hopefully I will have enough time to do it all.
One of the highlights of our trip was when I pulled out two clay mustaches from my camera bag for us to wear when they take your portrait inside. The photographer mentioned he wish he had one. Sorry Mr. Photographer, I didn't even have enough for us or I may have given you one. There is always next time when I will be more prepared with mustaches for all. Okay, not all because I am not making hundreds of mustaches but at least one for Mr. Photographer and one for each of us in the picture.
I'll quit rambling for know. Enjoy a slideshow of some of my pictures. A professional I am not, but I enjoy taking photos.