Two other parties bid on that little cottage house (as I'd begun calling it) after we did. We countered, and oh well... the owners accepted another offer.
And you know? We both feel ok about it. As I told Cher (who told me over the phone that she hoped I wouldn't cry or else she'd have to cry with me...heh...), earlier this afternoon I got a second wind for house-searching. Found some homes I liked better, even.
So alas. That cottage house chapter is closed. But that's ok.
Now here's the oh dear part: I fell in love with another house. Already.
I am so bad.
But this latest one needs work. Uh-oh.
Oh, but I simply must tell you about it and show you pictures. It was built in 1809 (gracious!) and has a secret door to the Underground Railroad(!)
And oh my... When Tom and I visited Louisa May Alcott's Orchard House ten years ago, I came away longing for a glass-fronted cupboard like the one in Louisa's bedroom. Now, oh my, this house has a nearly identical one!
And this part of the kitchen, to me, screams, "The Waltons live here!":
(Love it when I see sinks like that in my 1920's decorating books.)
And these rooms just look plain ol' family cozy, don't you think?
Oh, I am hopeless. Fickle. My heart can absolutely melt inside a 1930's or 40's Cape Cod-style house, then melt all over again five days later in one more than a hundred years older.
My, my, my.............
(Anybody else out there the same way?)
Oh, and thought I'd add that the house is less than $50,000, the roof looks terrific as does the electrical box. It's near a (busy) area I know extremely well, one which often wins Safest Suburb of Its Size national titles (though I don't know this specific 'hood) and is practically just around the block from Tom's doctor, which he's got to love (he hasn't seen the photos yet).
And ok, you guys in the comment box...... I know, I know, already. :) We've bought 6 houses in 3 different states. We've been around. (And I've never heard of anyone in New York buying a home without first having it inspected!)
But don't worry. We won't get this house because never in my life have we bought a house I adored. Never. And after all these years I've, frankly, lost the faith that we ever will. (Sounds sad, but some things just are the way they are.)
Just dream along with me instead, ok? I need that more than advice and I just wanted to pull out some of you house-loving kindred spirits. Thanks.