It was two years ago THIS WEEK that I closed on the sale of my former house, where I lived for nine years. It was a good little house, easing me in gently into homeownership. Please pardon these photos, they were taken in the year 1 B.D.C. (One year before Digital Camera).
Below: The Dining Room, or, as I called it, The Banana Room. Table: $5, Shelf-thing on wall: $5, Little sconces: Free from a friend, all chairs: tag sales. I spent the most on the custom-made curtains! (Which I then couldn't help but add ball fringe to.)
Below: The Upstairs Bath. I painted the formerly-brown cabinet, also painted all of the little drawer pulls, you can kinda see one in the lower right-hand corner. They were all different colors in spirals. The wall paper was a Laura Ashley pattern that I took a day per wall to put up, to keep the Argh! Factor to something manageable. Wallpapering around toilets should be banned.
Below: Studio, which is really the "Master Bedroom", the biggest of the bedrooms, but since I spend most of my time where I work, why be squirreled up in a small hole? ("I'm a dancer, I need a clean stage!")
Below: The ad of my home as it appeared in The New York Times real estate supplement. My house was the cheapest on the page! But I got my full asking price in two days. Ahh, such was the real estate market in Fairfield County, CT two years ago...
I spray-painted those shutters purple, yes. To go with the purple donkeys I draw.
I now know why people say that owning real estate is a good idea. I also more fully appreciate that old Economics Chestnut of "Buy Low, Sell High".