I've got a "girl crush".....these were the hubster's first words when he saw this house.
This house was gorgeous, well built, stately, elegant...the list goes on and on. The view from the road was magnificent.
When we drove up, I heard the soundtrack from Gone With the Wind. Rhett Butler was telling me how hot the summers could get here in the south, while we sipped our Mint Juleps on the veranda.
The hubster was goobly-eyed. He kept telling me how this was his "dream home". What?!! You said you wanted a dream home in the middle of Montana.
This Southern Belle was situated on 5 acres, mowed acres....not wooded acres, one hour from downtown Nashville.
The hardwood floors were true hardwoods....from several old barns. The owners had built this house. They were moving down the street so they could build another house....smaller, since their kids had flown the coop...hey, it's a traditional southern home that deserves traditional southern speak.
It had not one, but two chandeliers in the living room and a real honest-to-goodness wood-burning fireplace. Our furniture would fit nicely.
The dining room was green, one of the hubster's favorite colors. The chandelier was just for me!
The kitchen was nice and large and was adjacent and open to the living area. That sink was an original 1930's sink. Subway tile, counter-depth fridge...all good...and a gas stove.
These spaces were a little yellow, but something I could live with until we started painting. Boy, that snapped the hubster's head right around. Paint? There is nothing wrong with this color. It's perfectly fine...said he.
The master bedroom was nice and large...lots of light... a little lavender, but workable. The chickens could fly right up and peck on our windows to wake us up every day! Chickens, who said anything about chickens?! The hubster wanted chickens. Nope! No chickens.
The master bath was the same color lavender.....had beautiful pedestal sinks. And....what do I spy with my little eye? Another chandelier! This place was a haven of chandeliers! The master closet was all cedar! Cha-ching! Those saloon doors to the commode would need to be replaced. Can't have the hubster walking in with his little cap guns yelling "howdy pardner" while I was in there...I would be mortified!
We loved this house. I envisioned Southern Living banging on my door every weekend asking me to host yet another gala for a photo spread in their magazine (I have a very active imagination).
At Christmas, the entire house would have warm, welcoming lights...the Christmas tree lighting the living room and kitchen with a soft glow. We would stand on the porch watching the snow lightly fall and blanket the entire property as our neighbors celebrated this wonderful time of year with us and we would sing Christmas carols, then go inside for hot chocolate, hot cider and the roasting of marshmallows over the wood fire in the fire place. We would all tell each other about our best Christmas ever...and ours would be this one. All would be right with the world.
But this house was not to be ours either. There was no screened-in porch. There was a fireplace. It was much larger than the house we are renting. We wanted a smaller house. There was no garage. It did have a large metal building out back that could be used as a workshop for the hubster. BUT, it was 5 acres to mow. We travel. It would be a jungle during the summer and we would spend all of our free time mowing this yard. There would be no Southern Living galas, no Christmas carols, no craft projects, no blog, no turkey sandwiches, no turkey soup, no turkey ala king. And, the granddaddy of them all....it was over our budget.
We waved goodbye. The hubster moped around for weeks....talking about his "girl crush"...his "dream home".....gone.
So the search continued....
*photos courtesy of the realtor