I hope I can write this blog mashing the keyboard like a leper. My left hand is a stub – wrapped in a wet towel and I SWEAR there is STEAM coming off it.
How did this happen, you ask?
Well, we entertained last night. We threw a soirée. You know how much I love to give of myself. I slaved all day to make sure the maid got the house clean enough and the caterer got the food right. Honestly. I barely had time for my yoga. Or my manicure. Or my hair appointment.
So, this morning I got up and thought – I deserve some ME time.
I ran a hot bath. Then turned on the TV on the wall at the foot of the tub and put in an episode of Pretty Little Liars.
It was lovely, I have to admit. However, all good things come to an end, and I had to get out in the end. So I reached over casually to get my towel, which had slipped from its rung. Rather than find a warm fluffy towel I found metal – hot metal. I scalded my hand on the heated towel rack.
What a way to end my gift to me!
Of course I should be used to the fact that good things don’t last, for me. But I can’t help but wonder in what way I have offended god.
I feel like Job.
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.
The house hunting has officially begun.
The real estate agent has our list of parameters. It should be simple to find a house.
It has to be big enough for the 5 of us – obviously not less that 3500 sq feet, there must be 4 bedrooms above grade and at least one spare, a library, an art room, a media room, a gaming room for the boys, a den with a fireplace, a living room, the dining room (with a fireplace) which must hold my 12 seat dining room table, we all need walk-in closets (how would we function without them?), with a double garage, a garden, a deck, and it must be close to a ravine.
I would ask for more but you know me, I don’t like to be greedy.
Honestly, is this too much too ask? It’s all I need.