Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Dream Home

I need to move. Our house is too small and it is falling apart.  Before we move the house must be put together again and made appealing to new buyers, in the meantime we still have to live there. For now I will put the complexities of house buying and selling to one side because of all considerations the most important is where we shall move.

How delightful it would be to list location and house style as main considerations, to have the sort of budget that might allow us to meet with Kirsty and Phil and then turn our noses up at every single property that comes our way. Imagine the joy of “finding” a beautiful abounded higgledy piggledy witch house, of having The Renovation Man come around and advise us or even (dream of dreams) designing our perfect family home under the approving eye of Kevin McCloud. I have of course designed it with words, and I my husband could make it as a fully rendered 3D model, the boy could make it out of Lego and cardboard, I could make all of us out of felt and see how comfortably we might fit into the dream house.
This could be nice by AndyArtisand
Allow me to describe it to you. It will be in walking distance of my work and the child’s school (the one he’s at now and the one he will be at in the future: as yet to be confirmed).  It will be a Gothic revival cottage with interior Georgian features and art deco follies in the garden. It will be close to the sea in the middle of a dark wood at the top of a hill and provide excellent light for sewing, painting and other craft work: an isolated building at the epicenter of a thriving community of just our sort of people. 

In all; everything about the location will be cohesive, it will have an art crafts type character that lacks pretension. They will be the sounds of music lessons drifting from windows on summer afternoons. In the local pubs will be old people happy to discuss philosophy whilst others are keen to engage youngsters in games of chess. They will be a lively music scene with twice yearly music festivals well attended by the genuine article. There absolutely must be a midsummer festival seeped in pagan traditions stretching so far back that only one old ancient can play the required unrecognizable instrument and no where is written the words of the song children must sing.

The town will have a character so established that you might turn it into a persona and use it for marketing purposes. It will be rich with Tintagel type myths and once visited it will haunt your dreams like a nice version of Gustav Meryink’s Prague.


I shall perhaps be scouring the properties section of the local press for some time, meanwhile I have Pinterest to provide inspiring bohemian interiors and a small two up two down property to repair. 

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