Real Estate Porn
My mother is building a beautiful new home less than 10 miles from us. I’m very excited as we will no longer have to trek up the interstate for a visit and the hubby and I can drop the girls off and go to dinner drinking on a whim!
Yesterday I took Amelia to daycare for a few hours while Caitlin and I ran errands. A Wal-Hell trip was on the agenda, and I figured I’d have a closer grip on sanity if I didn’t take both girls. I was proven right as later in the day I took both girls to the movie rental store and Amelia decided that she just wasn’t going to be bothered with the whole being buckled in her car seat thing. Good times.
Caitlin and I stopped by my mom’s new home to see the progress. Everything is falling into place nicely, and I especially love the kitchen. I know that’s puzzling as despite not being a great cook, I do love kitchens. Her cabinets ended up being more of a light tan than the antique white she was looking for, so she ordered a different shade of countertop–sort of a coppery, leather looking type finish.
Oh. My. Lord.
I took one look at those handsome, come hither countertops and it was all I could do to not run my hand lovingly down them and chain myself to a drawer pull. My first thought…”WOW, these would not show any dirt or fingerprints or coffee or red wine drips or yogurt flingage!” My imagination went wild with the possibilities!
We’ve been in our house six and a half years and our white on white on white kitchen (as in white cabinets, countertops, and appliances) is looking a little dingy. We didn’t have kids when we bought the house and I was just thrilled that it had been remodeled, as our house was built in the late 1960s. The white color scheme in our kitchen didn’t seem to be a problem back then, as our only kids at the time were our two dogs, Bailey and Jack, and I knew they wouldn’t be dancing on the countertops with their muddy paws any time soon.
Lately I’ve found myself with home wanderlust and looking at homes for sale online, even though we are at least a few years away from buying a new, or new to us, home. I’ve even taken to stalking homes in our neighborhood as they go up for sale, because the property value keeps going up, which bodes well for us if that trend continues. I’m going to try not to lust after my mother’s new home too much, but there’s something about the smell of paint fumes that is intoxicating. And as long as our house doesn’t know I’m cheating on it, I think I can get away with flirting behind its back.
