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 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.