You might as well pour yourself a cup of tea, because there are quite a few pictures with my post today.
I will try to keep the words at a minimum.
We are putting our house on the market.
My heart aches to be closer to my girls, and their families.
I moved the bedroom furniture around in the two rooms upstairs.
The two with the VERY slanted ceilings. The two very small bedrooms.
After last night, I'm a little down.
We participated in the annual golf-cart, poker-run in our sub-division.
There were six houses that we stopped at.
Each home had a theme.
Decorated with beautiful furnishings that all matched.
Some were beach-themed, with sailboats. Others had woodsy decor, and knotty pine walls.
Of course, there were the "decorator" homes. The ones that left you feeling like you would NEVER host anything at your house!!!
We were invited to have a drink at the new neighbors house at the end of the evening.
She was so proud to show me all of her new furnishings. The carpet pieces, paint swatches, window treatments, etc.
My heart sank.
Who in the world is going to walk into this house and think it's a place they can picture themselves living in?!
I guess I could have decorated the place like an up-north retreat...but then I wouldn't have wanted to live here!!!!
I guess it is what it is.
White.
It can be considered primed, and ready for whatever color they would prefer.
No more chippy, worn, rusted, vintage, mis-matched pieces.
I hope someone finds some potential in this place.
Maybe they will envision a place for their matching furniture with dark wood frames, oak tables, and hang moose, and deer heads on the walls.
They could sit in front of the fire in their long underwear, and wool socks, and talk about hunting and fishing.
That's what my husband wanted to do......
