Thursday, July 7, 2011

Modern Country Coastal Dreaming

It is as you feared: I am already daydreaming about what I would do to our new home, if in fact it becomes our new home. I think I probably jinx us every time by obsessing, but I have far too little self-control to stop myself.

The idea is modern country coastal. Clear as mud? I may be setting myself up for disaster, but I like WHITE. White, white, white, with some blues and tans and browns. Beachy, but not as in shell lamps and palm tree bedspreads. I may live in Naples, but I am not 80. The reason I say I may be setting myself up for disaster is this: I am having a little baby boy who will likely be comprised at least halfway of Raph's genes. Raph, my wonderful husband may I remind you, is an aircraft technician by trade. He likes to... work on stuff, get dirty and oily and greasy and gross. Therefore, I may have two very dirty, oily, greasy and gross men on my hands. Perhaps white, then, is not the best option- but a girl can dream.

Google and I spent some time together today, searching for inspiration- ways to spruce up the 1988 home with some modern country coastal touches. Here are some images that might help paint my picture for you:

Image from Country Living

Image from Apartment Therapy
Image from Flax and Spindle
Image from Live Your Style
Image from Casart Coverings
Image from Ocean Interiors
I especially love the image from Flax and Spindle, which was probably originally from another site- but they have a lovely shop as well, so I like to peruse the blog for inspiration.

Anyway, now we wait for our appraisal results, which we should have by next Friday if everyone is on their toes (hate to be cynical, but usually everyone is NOT on their toes). If the appraisal comes in under value, we either fork over the cash to make up the difference, or the seller drops her price (hate to be cynical, but have not had much luck with that option in the past either).

Until next time, happy modern country coastal dreaming!

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Babies, houses and puppies, oh my!

I'm in the final stretch of the race, folks, and the baby is beating me. All of these strange things are beginning to happen, for example: when I look in the mirror, I see now this strange, cow-like creature that never used to be there before. It's also in pictures that are taken of me. The pretzels I brought for lunch taste vaguely like jet fuel, and my beloved watermelon has taken on some tomato-like qualities that are beginning to gross me out. Chocolate pudding, however, is standing the test of time, emerging as the clear champ and possible contributor to the cow that has stolen my identity.
Climbing the stairs to my condo now counts as my daily work-out, and a temperature much higher than 72 is unbearable. My poor husband freezes at night, which is hysterical because I used to be the one begging to turn the temperature up.
Frankly, this little man is in complete control of my body. It's like he's in there steering the ship. I sure hope he knows what he's doing- he doesn't even have a name yet, and he's already controlling my life!
In other news, the house saga rolls on. The seller has accepted our offer on the latest potential home to enter our lives! So, as we have learned from past experiences, now the big next step is the appraisal: if the home comes in under value, the seller either has to drop the price, we have to fork over the difference in cash, or the deal is kaput. The other piece of that pie is that the home has to live up to FHA standards, which we aren't too worried about since it's in good condition.
Exciting thought: this one's on 2.27 acres, and the back is totally fenced, meaning: we will be reunited with our sweet little puppy man! (see photo) He's been living out at Raph's grandma's, so we'll be excited to have him back!
Inspection on the house comes this week, so more details to come!