Because my brain is so often huffing and puffing its way through an editing gauntlet, one of the things I look forward most to on my day off is . . . nothing. Well, no, not nothing; that would boring, and then I’d become restive, which is a fancy word for twitchy, which isn’t pretty–at all. The nothing I speak of is more of minimal something, requiring very little of me cognitively:
I adore pictures. Truly, it ranks up there with reading because, while literary content may not have been provided, without even trying my brain is already there, whisking up stories and moments and all sorts of winsome possibilities.
The microevolution of a house is a concept I could dream about all day long. I could, really. Chiefly, I would suppose, this has to do with the stark reality that we do not presently own a home. Were that the case, I supremely believe this would be a post whereabout I complained in great detail the rigors and toils of being a homeowner. That not being the case, I will pretend I know nothing of leaking pipes and dilapidated roofs, and a little nightmare contractors refer to as “asbestos.”
For now I collect pictures, pin them, and talk endlessly if you’ll allow me, of recessed lighting, natural lighting, exposed beams, hardwood finishes, wainscoting, tiled back-splashes, stone wood-burning hearths, structural layout, deep sinks, bay windows, and one other little beauty I can’t seem to stop ogling wherever I go:
The Dutch Door.
My, she is pretty, isn’t she?
Do any of you watch The Property Brothers?
This show remains to be a compromise that really isn’t a compromise at all. The Husband and I equally enjoy, from stage one to the finale, the process in which the ardent hopes and dreams of homeowners donning a wish-list a mile high, seeking turn-key homes, are crushed by the reality of a corseted budget. Immediately, they are propositioned with the option of a renovation, something they have vehemently stressed they rather not do. Oh, but it happens anyway.
Jonathan (Contractor & Carpenter) and Drew (Real Estate Agent) Scott are dynamic twins based in Canada; they have made it their life ambition to restore those once-crushed hopes and dreams of potential homeowners by taking them into squalor and miasma, houses in the most dire need of a face-lift, and then refashioning them into the most lovely custom homes you have ever seen. Literally, I hold my breath as they couple walks hand-in-hand up their driveway, pauses on the front-porch, exchanging the “Are you ready?” look, and then . . . bursts into the front door of their new home! And, softy that I am, occasionally (more often than not) I’ll well up at their joy, knowing I would likely be lips to the floor — hardwood of course — if it were me being presented with my fancy new digs. Someday . . .
The show, quite frankly, is fantastic. If you’re not watching it, and you love home-remodels, I suggest you give it a shot. HGTV is the channel it airs here in California.
So, with all that said: where is your favorite spot in the house located? And what about it makes it your favorite?
Eventually, one day, I hope to secure my spot beside a Dutch door. I picture either a balcony or a porch, a chaise of perhaps cream, with a minty chenille throw to snuggle up with. And Bella, yes, yes. Beside it, a small wicker table for me to set my coffee, ice-tea, or plate of fruit upon. There will be books, of course, mountains and mountains of delicious books just piled and ready to be consumed by this hungry reader.
Until that day comes, however, I dream . . .
Happy Thursday, Everyone. Back to the editing gauntlet I go!