Can't .. can't .. can't .. can't ... can't resist the blog ...
Actually, i'm here because i'm house/real-estate obsessed.
Everyone that knows me knows I peruse realestate.com.au every day. I look at homes in areas I have lived, in the 'burb I now live, and in 'burbs friends are interested in. Because I.just.love.it.
Yesterday I slobbed around and did nothing but watch the Lifestyle Channel ( now part of the basic Foxtel package - yay ! ) - Grand Homes Abroad, Property Ladder, Relocation, Relocation...
If anyone grew up reading the Footrot Flats comic books - to me, this is the equivalent feeling I imagine when Wal throws dog an oyster. I couldn't find a image of that rapturous expression, but it's just perfect, and that's me watching these types of shows. Easy pleased, I am :)
Soooo, what am I on about ?
Well, I was just watching the ABC and some show on Florida.
Did you know there is a suburb of Florida completely built and manufactured by the Disney Corp ??
It's like one of those gated type communities with lots of rules. Bizarre.
The women they interviewed said even divorce was 'nice' there. It was pleasing to see none of them were dressed as Minnie Mouse, but it reminded me of a movie I once saw that was supposed to be in a safe, gated, nice community, and yet the house was wired into being spied upon by central management and I think the family ended up burning the house down to escape.
It was a cool 'made-for-TV' type movie, but I can't find any reference to it on the 'net. The 'net's letting me down today ..
I also remember - was it last year or the year before ? .. when Martha Stewart released her range of designer homes. You must choose from Martha paints in a limited range of hues, and you're not allowed to move in with the tacky old furniture from whatever trailer you're hauling your arse from.
No. It must be in the style.of.Martha.
Which is nice, I guess, in an homogenised kinda way.
But I so *totally* baulk at being what to do. Always have. And no doubt my cobbled-together greenhouse would be a no-no, or the fact I attacked a sliver of wall in my house with blackboard paint, and a million other of my on-a-whim ideas and implementations. Even though I appear totally non-rebellious, I just know I couldn't cut it .. even if I really, really wanted to.
And I don't really like any of those Martha homes - i'd want to take a bit of this and a bit of that and do my own thing. Her exterior paint choices are crud too.
While we're on the topic .. before the notion of a McMansion in Australia, I lived in a fibro house in a small town in NSW. Pretty quiet life - no cinema, fast food, and everything closed at 5pm.
From there, I went on to be an Exchange Student in the USA for a year. Talk about a revelation !
They had something called a 'Street of Dreams' and one opened up in my community.
*Everyone* went to the Grand Opening. I fell in love.
10years later, we went back and I insisted on doing a little drive around. Still gorgeous, so clean, kept, manicured. Very "Grand"
I love beautiful homes.
I even think it's fun to visit new home lots when i'm NOT shopping for homes.
My favourite outing would be to a historic heritage-listed home, and on holidays locally or afar, we do this a bit.
Still have to tick off Graceland.
Next year i'm hoping to tour one of Frank Lloyd Wright's most famous homes.
I think i'd better wrap up this post now - the adrenaline is making me dizzy.
I know, i'm sick. But it's a good sickness. Perhaps a tad boring for others, but i'm too busy doing my 'dog sucking an oyster' face to notice the stifled yawns of others.
Santy Paws comes tonight.
We're leaving out our first ever 'offering' of cookies. carrots, and milk.
And a letter.
Can't wait to have that one dictated to me.