So here it is, my new house (picture lifted from the assessor's website). According to all of the people working to make this happen, there is no foreseeable reason why I won't be closing a week from Friday. I don't think the cause of my bouncing off the walls is overcaffienation this morning.
Now that the house is found and due to be mine in two(ish) weeks, I am spending too much time thinking about what I'd like to put in it. My darling Mammacita has cautioned me not to plan where to place furniture until the papers are signed to try to avoid heartbreak. This is good advice, so I'm not thinking about where to place furniture I already own. No, I am dreaming of furniture I don't have and definitely cannot afford now that I'm taking on a mortgage. My personal style probably leaves most people scratching their heads. I love mixing what I call Grandma Chic with Midcentury Modern. For example, picture this table set with hand-quilted log-cabin placemats in pastel 30's reproduction fabrics (thanks Mom)! Adorable.
I can picture the living room with refinished floors, any number of updated sconce fixtures, and a trip to Utah (damn you for not selling my couch online). Also needed: bookshelves and recovered shell chairs. And floor lamps. And the coffee table currently in Turbo's storage unit (hah). The front porch is begging for an Adirondack chair with nice wide arms for a coffee cup while I keep a keen eye on the neighborhood. And the bedrooms? Well. The bedrooms need a lot of work. One needs new flooring before much of anything can happen, and the other is begging for refaced cabinets. But before those sorts of projects commence, I will be building a fence so a fuzzy four legged friend can come to stay with me. Yay puppy!
One of the things I love the best about this house is the windows. Every room has natural light from at least two directions. However, this doesn't leave much room for art. I have some photographs I love, and a quilt my mother assembled that is truly a showcase. Plus, I have an idea for creating my own version of Ellsworth Kelly's Spectrum Colors. The thing here, of course, is that the house is mine and I've got as much time as I want to truly create the space I want to live in. Hooray!
It appears that I have bought a house. Closing isn't for three weeks (though it might be moved up), but all the major hurdles have been jumped.
Wheeeeeee!
It is probably wrong that after spotting this on slashdot I actually considered building a couple of these for my poor miserable plants.
However, I don't think twitter is the answer. I think getting off my behind and refilling the watering can might be the solution for my droopy plants.

My house hunt has barely begun, and already I have too many options. None of them are perfect (obviously), but the pro/con lists have so few overlaps! It is hard to decide what is going to be the best fit for me (and my dog(s)). How important is an established neighborhood v. proximity to downtown? How much space do I actually need v. how much space do I want? Am I capable of taking on some major "fixer" projects? And oh yeah, that impending house payment. Where's that money really coming from again?
Today's favorite? Built in 1956, it has big windows and a mid-century flair. It's on the small side (just under 900 square feet), but has a fenced back yard and a ton of potential. Oh, and it is CHEAP. I have to thank my self-appointed realtor for finding this one for me. Everything else that has piqued my interest has an asking price nearly 20K higher. The major issue with it's curb appeal (at least in this picture) is the brown lawn. Since it is currently sitting under a heap of snow, not so much an issue today!
Hey there interwebs! Nice to know you're still there. I know I've been ignoring you, but believe me when I tell you it's not you, it's me. No really, I'm not blowing you off! I'm trying to reintroduce myself!
A little recap of my life the past few months:
I survived the semester, though barely (with a 3.5 semester gpa, so I guess I'm happy--one word, "math")
My pants all shrank, though I think this may be a result of a diet heavily weighted (hah!) towards pizza rather than washing in hot. See also: beer.
Christmas happened.
I'm getting my financial life in order and learned how to buy a house. See also: puppy fever.
My hair became long.
The big computer in my sewing room contracted a case of the sniffles. See also: "technology hates me".
Bogus has awesome snow this season.
I may have done permanant damage to my fingers with over-ambitious sock knitting.
Relatedly, it is my feeling that the writer's strike should be over already.
What's new with you, dear interwebs?
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