The beautiful thing about this house is once we actually get the keys (and someone -*cough* town of Lagrange *cough*- stops dragging their feet on the appraisal for the last two loooong weeks) the contractors and mold busters (oh another side note...do you think the mold busters wear capes over their tyvek suits? Think I can special request them to??) will be in the house that same week cleaning and fixing and making the broke like new again. So, with that being said, the house will be a like-new blank slate ready for shiny new design and a sort of resurrection. Ed and Cman are the destroyers; I, on the other hand, am left the task of design. Oh, sweet home design, how I love thee. In my quest for all things gorgeous and inspirational, I have recently fell upon a splendid and quite addicting website called: Pinterest.com. What is Pinterest you ask? Well, I'll tell you, BUT there is a disclaimer involved.
*All subjects this chick points in the direction/usage of Pinterest must not hold her liable for drooling, excessive drooling, blindness or convulsions due to 24-7 computer usage searching for the perfect space, decrease in wallet worth, OCD behaviors, loss of computer memory due to JPEG storage, and drooling, etc.*
*all images courtesy of pinterest.com*
I'm guessing because you all are very fart smellers, you figured out what Pinterest is. I could. spend. hours. on this site. I have become a member against my better judgment and I also have a folder full of oh! I'm going to do that! and Hey, Ed! Look! Oooooohh. Aren't those pictures gorgeous?? It will take us time to decide what exactly we are going to do in each room, but man, I want to do it all! A lime green door (inside only, of course)? yes, please! A set of gray painted cabinets with a white farmhouse sink? Por Favor! Seriously, that teal laundry room with the chandelier will probably make me want to do laundry everyday; and I might! So, while our new diggs may stay relatively humble on the outside for the time being, I expect anything but on the inside. We are down to the wire now in terms of 100000% proudly owning (read: becoming voluntary slaves to) this Red House #9.