“I remember there was an odd house with an unusual layout in it. Lots of doors and passageways and easy to get lost in.”
Those are my FAVORITE dreams! I watch WAY too many home improvement shows - and have participated in WAY too many REAL improvements on this 1900 farmhouse. :)
Now that I think about it, I have NEVER lived in a ‘new’ house. Ever. But, all of my ‘stuff’ is antiques and/or second hand, so that’s obviously where my ‘taste’ (or lack thereof) lies! ;)
I rarely grow potatoes. They are cheaper than cheap in WI. We grow second only to Idaho.
And my LOVELY neighbor informed me to stop buying potatoes. He has TONS to share and Beau is helping him sort cattle tomorrow, so he should be coming home with a sack full. :)
Hey, if I had a neighbor who would give me fresh potatoes in exchange for anything, I would! Those little baby ones I grew on a whim were some of the best potatoes I’ve ever eaten. Was it just my imagination? They just tasted so good! Even better than I can get at the orchard market that harvests them that morning.
I have always been a vivid dreamer, and I do mean ALWAYS. My Mama used to tell me that she knew I would be smart because I would tell her about my elaborate dreams as a 4 and 5 year old.
The only time I lived in a “new” house was when we moved from Marietta, Georgia to Columbus, OH. We need to move quickly if I didn’t want my husband to come home every couple of weeks while we sorted out a move. We had two children at that point, one son, not quite 3, and a daughter about 9 months old. He had been gone every week since our son was 6 months old, and we saw him on weekends. I was desperate to have him home in one place.
He was offered a good job in Columbus, but they wanted him right away. There was exactly ONE house that was ready for us to move in quickly. It was a builder’s model home that was the last one in the neighborhood after everyone bought what they wanted and got to their specifications. They couldn’t seem to unload it. Enter a nearly desperate young family with a time crunch. It had good bones, but it was far from ideal. It was in a neighborhood, and I had grown up sorta in the boonies or at least, neighbors were not close by. So having neighbors was (for me) a new experience.
However, my husband had grown up like that. He rode a bike in his neighborhood and delivered papers. He had an ice cream man. It sounded kinda cool, so I acquiesced. We were only a mile from his job, and we only had one car, so it seemed doable.
Well, it turned out fine. The kids made instant friends. I have tried to fit it to a neighborhood frame of mind ever since. I’m so-so at that. I like having privacy, and I don’t care what color your house is, or what your mailbox looks like. Just don’t get in my way, and I won’t get in yours. I PROMISE!!!
As for antiques and secondhand stuff? Girl, that’s all I have! Except for the one piece that we had an Amish family make to our specifications and dimensions. It’s a “media chest”. It has 3 drawers for our DVDs, and a door with two shelves on the other side. On top it has space for our DVD player and one of his speakers. It was made to fit the space, and we picked the wood (acacia) and the stain (rustic cherry). It’s a beautiful piece. The young man drew an illustration of it, and when everything was agreed to, we gave them our deposit. Two months later, it was ready for pickup. That was a fun experience. Love the Amish! (Oh, and I totally understand the desire for no more technology or “progress”.)