Good news everyone! Me and B have a new home.
Now, before you all start checking your inboxes – I would love to have you all over to celebrate my happiness but please be patient as we have purchased a fixer-upper.
I know, I know, money wasn’t the object so why in goodness name would I ever consider buying a home that was less than perfect? It’s not like I’d ever buy clothes at an outlet mall, or buy last year’s technology to save a buck, right?
I haven’t really compromised my principles, B just helped me see the possibilities I could explore in a house I could really put my own stamp on.
Instead of inheriting a library built to hold the literary travesties of Danielle Steele and Dan Brown…
I can design and have built a library worthy of Dostoyevsky and Hemingway.
Instead of taking over someone’s tired old craft room still smelling of Stampin’ Up and hot glue guns…
I can create a place for paint and clay and belle arte.
Yes, it’s a fixer upper for me. I shall soon enter a world of hiring contractors and choosing hardwood, but I will survive and come out of it a better person with a better house to feel better about.