Our very GREEN kitchen. Our wallpapered, linoleumed, retro, cute-as-fuck kitchen.
Yep. We finally found a new place to live and we could not be more ecstatic.
This is a house I would never have considered before. My OCD kicks into overdrive when I think about other people's DNA lurking in shower recesses and kitchen sinks. So it was with great delight that I moved into our current rental which was BRAND, SPANKING NEW.
A word to the wise; new ain't all it's cracked up to be. New lacks character, personality and charm. Of course, those are the things that a person should bring with them when they move in. But when you're only renting, it's difficult to really stamp yourself on a place and make it unmistakably yours. Lease conditions can be a barrier to authentic you-ness.
And new, unless it's your own place, built to your specifications, is often cheap. Cheap fixtures and fittings, cheap paint, cheap overall vibe.
And new places still get dirty. And they're not actually any more fun to clean. And who am I kidding? I live with three males. This is DNA Central.
Living in a brand new place has cured me of my crush on brand new. And when a friend (Saucy, remember her?) moved into a place with original 1950s wallpaper and picture rails, I came to see that vintage homes are the shiz.
They don't make 'em like they used to.
Our new (old) place has history. Charming? Oh, you'd go to bed with it on the first date, you really would. Even the windows frames are gorgeous. And the front exterior of the house is partially covered in ivy. IVY!
Add to that, a big back yard with gorgeous established trees and a gardener included and HELLO NEW HOME!
When we move in, I will do a quick OCD check, scrub stuff to get it out of my system and then settle into our sweet new home. I am so ready for a change and the opportunity to clear out the old space and start again renewed.
Oh, Universe! You're a trickster! I knew you had something in store for us.
Thank you, Universe. This house really is a little gem….most likely an emerald….