No Day But Today
The folks who own my ideal apartment have given the original bidders an opportunity to match my bid, since they had already accepted that offer. Hopefully, those buyers will think that my ideal apartment is such a mess that they can't imagine why anyone would offer full price.
Here's the song - No Day But Today
And here's Jesus, with a face palm, since he still can't believe so many people cause so much shit for no reason.
I don't think it's a mess, though. I think it's absolutely charming in every single way - except I do wish we could have a dishwasher. The waste water pipes in the building are so old that those modern conveniences could cause trouble. The good news is that back in the olden days, the sinks were so big and gorgeous that you could do the laundry and wash the kids at the same time. My ideal apartment and (hopefully) new home has all the original fixtures from the olden days. There are new pipes bringing the hot water to that beautiful sink and amazing bathtub, and new wires bring electricity safely to the apartment via the dumbwaiter.
Some people, however, could be daunted by the peeling paint and might think they need to do so much work to modernize the kitchen that it's not worth the money. I can't imagine why you'd want to modernize it - except for a new stove, vent hood, microwave, more cabinets, new floor, and then there's the situation with a structure somebody built to be storage with a counter on top that's got to be removed and replaced. Some people could find all that so overwhelming that their minds could be reeling this very moment. Reeling so thoroughly that they say, "Well if Tricia wants it that badly, we may as well let her have it." That way I won't have to outbid them again.
And truly, I'd prefer to keep as much money in my own bank account as possible since I still have to get my teeth fixed.
My mother feels compelled to say things like, "Don't count your chickens . . . " while I've been imagining myself unpacking my china and placing it carefully, blissfully and gratefully in cabinets with so many layers of paint on them that a has-mat crew would have to come in if I ever wanted to strip them back to the original wood - but that's the reason we named her Mudgie in the first place.
When I was pregnant with Velvet, I decided my mother's grandma name would be Mudgie since she's such a determined curmudgeon. Velvet hasn't seen this place yet, but he was totally proud of me for telling those people up at the outpost to shove it. Those sellers are freaking the fuck out at the moment. Their lawyer was on her way back to Shanghai yesterday, but she called my lawyer to find out more about my terms and conditions for signing that contract. It's too bad that I can't imagine signing that contract under any conditions anymore - except for maybe twenty thousand dollars less than I originally offered.
They can bite me.
Or I'll bite them, once I get my teeth fixed.
Here's the kitchen - let's just say MY kitchen since we're manifesting with all our might right now.
Here's the floor plan:
My room is the one with the bigger closet.
Here's the song - No Day But Today
And here's Jesus, with a face palm, since he still can't believe so many people cause so much shit for no reason.
posted by PENolan at
7:43 AM
15 Comments:
Hang in there, you'll get it.
What a charming place! Is that a wood floor that I see in that picture? I've always felt that moving to a new place to live is like a blank slate that you can paint all the colors and tones that make it "you". Strange as it may seem.. nothing makes me have a better sense of accomplishment as home improvement of some sort. I wish you all the best no matter the outcome, Trish.
OMG, I LOVE that kitchen. I love older places, I love the character, I love discovering in the layout what was important to previous generations. Often closet space was not important. Old places are the coolest! I hope you get it.
V.V. - I've been saying OMG ever since I saw the place. It's nearly 2:00 in the afternoon now, so I'm hoping to celebrate tonight.
I really feel like I finally found a place that has my name on it.
Krell, there are hardwoods throughout the apartment, except in the kitchen and bathroom. And they are the cool old floors that have a bit of a border print. Will post in the Journey with Roundtree room on Facebook so you can see!
Dr Monkey - your mouth the the Dog's ears.
hope you get your apt..think positive
So charming! I'd be unpacking in my mind too. Sending good thoughts!
The kitchen is cute. find room for a full sized range and you'd be set :-)
I'm sure that's a lovely apartment, and there are windows on three sides! If it is meant to be yours, it will be. That being said, from a cook's perspective that kitchen blows!
The only counter space that will hold more than a glass of water is a porous "butcher block" and not able to be properly sanitized. There is a window where the cabinets and the stove should be. The fridge should be where the stove is. There should be no door to the dining room, which would give you the ability to have more cabinets and counter space. The dining room should be your bedroom, and the bedroom should be your dining room. Got that? Then all the common space is closer to the door and your new bedroom is not sharing a wall with Velvet's.
You could easily put in a closet in the corner of the room next to the French doors and you could even make it big enough to cover up where the kitchen door used to be, or even a HUGE closet all the way across the room! Alternatively, you could get a fabulous antique (or reproduction) wardrobe. The closet in the new dining room would be your overflow closet and general storage. Plus, you'd get afternoon sunbeams on the bed, and have cross ventilation on warm nights.
However, if you don't change anything else, at least get a stainless steel cover made for that "rustic" wood table thing that is serving as a counter, OK? That should be pretty cheap (less than $100) and will keep you from accidentally cross-contaminating your salad with raw chicken nastiness. The only thing a so-called "butcher block" is good for is a bakery where no meat, poultry or fish is ever prepared or an actual butcher shop where nothing but raw meat is ever prepared. You certainly can't trust what the people who had it before you did with it. Many people are really clueless about food safety.
Now that I've completely remodeled the new place I'll get right on with unblocking your flow of male admirers. :-)
Girlfriend, not to worry about the kitchen. I've got a decent budget for upgrades. Not a bad idea about juggling the bedrooms, though. I'll give it more thought once I finally know it's mine. Meanwhile, I'll be thinking about the bigger place up the street that just became available. I'm looking at more apartments this Friday.
I've also been taking steps regarding the man, but I seem to have some difficulty letting go of the idea that I can actually DO something about it. Time to Allow the Universe to take care of things.
I know I really went on about the floor plan of the new place, but I spend an inordinate amount of time watching people buy houses on HGTV. It's because as a disabled person on a VERY fixed, low income buying a house is just one of the many things I will never be able to do.
I watch people on House Hunters and Property Virgins get all hung up on stupid things like paint or counter tops and pass up homes with GREAT "bones" and it drives me crazy! Also, they never seem to understand that things can slowly be changed as they go along. Like avocado green bathroom fixtures can be refinished in just about any color that can be imagined for much less than it would cost to replace all the fixtures.
Another example: a Formica counter top (or worse, tile) can easily be hidden beneath a granite or marble "cover" and that $10K granite slab can be purchased way down the line, if they ever feel the need after the cover is installed. Ugly cabinets can be painted or new doors can be made for a lot less than putting in all new cabinets. It's just a matter of being open to the possibilities and doing the research so you know what is on the market. There are many products that are on the market today that give that same rich look at a fraction of the price of the "real" thing.
If I were able, I'd have soapstone counters. They are completely non-reactive and it's virtually impossible to damage them, even if you pour acid on it or knock over your propane torch. Well, you could probably break off a chunk with a sledge hammer, but you'd have to be trying. It's what they make laboratory work tops out of, for heaven's sake! You can even have sinks and drainboards integrated into the counters like they do with Corian, but it's not plastic so it doesn't burn. They even make cookware and wood stoves out of soapstone, and it FEELS SO SMOOTH! Some of it is bi- or multicolored and looks like marble, but it won't stain like marble. Maintenance is really simple, too. All you have to do is rub it with mineral oil a couple of times per year, and that's just to keep it looking dark-- you don't really have to do that. It's hard to keep it light colored because any oil or grease makes dark spots and those have to be sanded out, so darker is just better. Gorgeous stuff that I just can't talk about enough. *snicker* OBVIOUSLY! LOL!
Guess who has a date with Mr. Wisdom on Saturday
Wpw! Conga rats to you! Maybe Mr. Wisdom will FINALLY stop being so dumb/"busy"! ;-)
I'm just impressed with my manifesting - although it may have had something to do with the practically pornographic note I sent him ;)
One step at a time.
Ah yes, there's hardly a man alive that doesn't respond to porn, even if it's only semi-porn. I've been thinking about telling my bf that it's about time for my annual orgasm and asking him if he'd like to be there to witness this one like he was for the last one-- in December of 2010!. Don't get me wrong, he's there when I need him for just about anything.
He's got a friend who is an electrician who owes him a favor, so he's going to send him over to rewire an outlet that was blown out when my neighbor had an electrical fire. I let them run a heavy-duty extension cord from my laundry room outlet and when they were done with it they just tossed the business end of it out onto the sidewalk between our houses IN THE RAIN! Normally that sort of "accident" just trips the breaker, but this time it blew out all the power on that wall, including my bathroom light. I've had a lamp in my bathroom and another heavy duty extension cord and power bar running my washer and freezer for nearly a decade! Luckily, my dryer is gas. But now the dryer's automatic pilot light has gone out, so there's no heat in the dryer.
He knows someone who repairs and resells appliances and he can get him to either fix my dryer or trade for an electric dryer. I don't really care. The electrician will run another line for the electric dryer while he's here. Hopefully he won't have to open the drywall.
And then there is my 25 year-old fridge. It's on its last legs, too. Last year the whole thing was a freezer. Slushy milk is delicious, but the lettuce sure didn't like it. Then it had another nervous breakdown and got warm-ish. Now we seem to have it figured out temperature-wise, but the thing doesn't want to stay closed and we have to check it all the time. *sigh* Oh, and we are on our tiny, underpowered, backup microwave, too. *double sigh* It just never ends.
I love the kitchen!
I'm so glad you and Mr. Wisdom are having a date. Yay!
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home