#52: Still Loving It

#52: Still Loving It

A while back, I shared the Love it or List it philosophy that I’ve adopted recently. It has, for the most part, been a helpful and relatively easy attitude to maintain. But sometimes our positive attitudes receive unexpected jolts, and in those cases, it’s time to retreat and regroup.

I’d been on a bit of a roll lately. This past fall, I finally got around to remodeling my guest bath. When I moved in seven years ago, most everything in the home reeked of 1987. Brass knobs, worn brass light fixtures (the one in the guest bath was a Hollywood fixture: ooh la la!), and don’t even get me started on the wallpaper. Amy and Renee helped me through the painstaking, soul-stealing process of removing it, and the guest bath in particular, I think, scarred us all for life.

Now, I don’t have a good before picture of the bath, but here’s a semi-before picture – before the remodel but after the wall-to-wall mirror threw itself kamakazi-style off the wall! It was as if the mirror chose to sacrifice itself in hopes that I would finally turn my attention to the poor, neglected space.

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You can’t tell from these photos, but the most baffling – and offensive – thing about the bath was the linoleum. Whoever the dear soul was that put it down didn’t bother to lift the toilet and secure the flooring underneath; they just cut it around the base.

Classy, huh?

Oh, and please note that the mirror somehow managed to leave the candles completely unscathed. Weird.

So after months of planning and decision-making and stalking the aisles of Home Depot and Lowes, I finally got around to doing a modest upgrade.

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Better, yes?

So now that my guest bath is mostly taken care of (I still need a few accessories), I have recently turned my attention (read: obsessive planning) to my kitchen. Now, someday I will tell you about my kitchen nightmare of December 2012, but for now, suffice it to say I have felt a strong desire to… “freshen the old gal up”. And so I’ve been researching and online shopping and consulting with my dad about possibilities and affordability and all the other “bilities” you can think of.

Then last week, I hit a snag in my “Love it!” mentality. I found a house online that I developed a crush on. It had everything on my wish list: desired number of bedrooms with at least one on the main, decent sized kitchen, level lot, fenced yard for Heidi, place for an office, separate dining room, nice neighborhood and great location.

My heart literally skipped a few beats.

And suddenly, I found myself mentally throwing my kitchen remodel aside and looking into the feasibility of selling. My mind was racing as fast as my heart was dreaming, but after just a few e-mail conversations with my real estate agent, it became clear that now is not the right time for me to sell. Despite my hard work to pay down my mortgage over the past few years, the market has been most unkind to townhomes like mine. It looks like I’ll be staying put for a while longer.

The letting go of that dream house and the possibilities that came along with it is an ongoing process even as I type this.  But as we all have to do at one time or another, I’m pulling back and regrouping. I know in my head that I’m on the right track financially, and “not now” does not mean “not ever”.

So I’m moving ahead with plans for a kitchen remodel – a modest one, much like my bath projects have been – as well as other inexpensive upgrades throughout the house. Listing it may not be an option this year, but loving it is always within reach.

Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.  ;-)

  Susan

 

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