May 7, 2013

.: Mrs. House-Lust, or: When Will I Learn to Stop Dreaming and Love my House?

Hello.  My name is Leigh, and I am an addict.

I am addicted to lust.

No, not the sexual kind.

The house kind.  You know what I mean....

My favorite movie is Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House, and it's not just because I want to be Myrna Loy when I grow up.  I have subscriptions to all the major "shelter" magazines.  Even the Canadian ones.  HGTV is the soundtrack to my life.  I spend countless hours poring over real estate listings from all over the country.  I find fault with aspects of my home that others never even see.

I dream.

I want.

I drool.

I need.

I've got it bad....

I lust after a fourth bedroom, for my third child.

I lust after a masterful master bath, with a large tub separate from the shower, and a self-contained toilet room.

via Amoroso Design

Chris Orlikowski Studio

I lust after a space to call my own, a studio for my art, my crafts, my sanity.

Christopher Rose Architects

I lust after a screened porch, preferably with a fireplace -- although I'd happily settle for a firepit on the patio (which I don't have, but only sort-of lust after).

My screened porch would, naturally, look out over my fenced vegetable and cutting garden.

Ah, but in the face of all the beautiful home pictures, the HGTV makeovers, the perfect little neighborhoods that I drive through on a daily basis, I must admit that these things are not in the cards for me.  That evil do-gooder Reality sets in, and I realize that I have to face my lust.  I have to come to terms with my addiction and maybe even break it.  (Ha!)

As with any addiction, the first step is admitting you have a problem.  So here goes.....

Hello, my name is Leigh, and I am addicted to house lust.  It has been 45 minutes since I last thought of my house as imperfect, or lusted after another person's bathtub.

~  Leigh

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