Ever walked into a house and you just had a sense about the owners? A good sense?
That's what this house had.
This house was beautifully decorated with interesting traditional antiques and soft colors.
I imagined a lady who looked a bit like Dale Evans living here, if Dale was still around.
(You over 50 -somethings know what I am talking about and can picture that I am sure...)
The house was carpeted with plush white carpeting, the walls were a faintly pinkish white. Overall the house felt very happy, clean, fresh, cozy...all the good things that a home should be
COUNTER TOPS.....GRANITE COUNTER TOPS.....GRANITE COUNTER TOPS! like most of the most recent and trendy remodels proclaim in their for sale listings.
A kind of kitchen that says a bowl of cereal for breakfast is fine, and later we can whip up a full luncheon for friends.
I guess I had an affinity for this owner, because on the wall was a heavily detailed mahogany framed picture of the couple back in the late 1970.
She had the typical short haircut, he had on the typical blue suit, there were two late teen sons looking slightly awkward in their suits and a daughter with a turtleneck sweater and skirt, her hair long and flipped on the ends, and bangs that flared out at the side, ala Karen Carpenter.
It could have been any of the families I knew at that time, and I could have easily been the daughter.
On another wall was another picture.
In this picture there were the two parents/homeowners, looking just a bit more older and wiser somehow, and their three children now stood with three other people; clearly all three kids had married and the "in-loves" were fitting right in with the family.
But the best part of the picture: The adults stood in a double half circle in the back, proudly surrounding NINE little granddaughters in identical white organdy dresses, and THREE school aged grandsons, looking awkward in their newly purchased suits and ties.
The grandparents were beaming.
You could feel the love oozing out of that picture. I so wanted to take a picture of it, but settled with storing the image in my mind instead.
I have no idea when that picture was taken. I suspect it was a decade ago...the youngest grandchild was about three.
Grandma is probably a great grandma now. I wonder why they chose now to sell the home. Everything was in such immaculate condition that I hope it is either to downsize or perhaps even up sized to have room enough for twelve grandkids, their spouses and even their children at the table!
You might have been able to picture the woman of the house by just looking at her fireplace, furniture, and kitchen.
Now let me introduce you to the man of the house, via his spaces:
Braveheart took over!
I'm guessing here that either he had Scottish heritage, or got a killer deal on this carpet.
I thought it was great, our real estate agent and Bernie had a bit of head shaking to do before they could adjust.
The big dining table stood before a fireplace outfitted with a black stove inset. And there was a small lectern beside the table which held a hefty Bible.
It was so easy to imagine the family gather around the table snacking on something wonderful, while The Man of the House lead the Family devotions and discussion.