I’m a House Whore….

….or I was….This post really could be called Confessions of a House Whore…But, I feel that I am recovering.

For those of you who follow me, or know me, you know that houses are my weakness.  It’s like they call to me and ask me to make them beautiful.  This home that I am moving to NEXT WEEK, (closing 11:19:2018 – 11:1:11!!!)  however, is an exception.  Kinda.  She has called to me since she originally went on the market in June of 2017. But, she was in super rough shape.  Like, over the top rough.

I’ve loved what is referred to here as Cooper Cottages since the day I first saw them.  They are the first homes built here by John Cooper since Bella Vista Village became officially a retirement community in 1965.  There are approximately 5 or 6 different floorplans that were available, and the one thing that they all have in common is the squashed a-frame roof, and very deep overhangs.

I’ve dreamed of owning one since first setting eyes on one….however, the majority of them were either 1) not big enough, or 2) had no place for a studio and/or workshop.

I had pretty much decided that I was staying at my current home…and then I started branching out with my creative endeavors.  Metal work is messy…VERY!!!  Black soot filtered everywhere in my studio.

And then, she came back on the market.  Built in 69 (I’m a Cancer, and that’s my sign), and, listed on my 60th birthday. I went to see her, seriously hoping that I could find something wrong with her.  That just one part of her wouldn’t work.  Obviously, not the case….She was/is PERFECT!!  An attached studio…detached three car extra deep garage….workshop space….isolated…(Definitely was part of my decision to move because of the five dogs next door who are free to come and go singing their yappy chorus anytime I open my backdoor, and pendulous breast woman who comes out in her wife-beater t-shirt and big girl panties)….a view…AND….BONUS….right on the proposed new 50 mile bike trail path being created here.

I had to work through a lot…I know/knew my pattern of buying and moving was a form of running for me…not facing what I needed to examine.  I’ve asked for signs….and they have come.

Everything has fallen into place nicely. (In spite of my minor freak out over the roof…..which….was replaced….and lowers my insurance $800/year.)  I get to close a week before my home here closes…so I can have a bit more rest time…and not have to be balls to the wall.

Here is the greatest part about the whole space…..THERE ARE ANGELS THERE!  How do I know?  I was there the other day unloading a lot of lumber for my studio space, as well as an awesome piece of furniture that I bought at a garage sale.  I was struggling to get the furniture out and standing on the edge of a fairly hefty drop off….and I lost my balance.  Everything went into slow motion. I remember looking down, and wondering how I could fall, and get hurt the least amount.  After all, I had a huge move coming up….and then, I felt it….a push…gentle, and yet, very intentional. Off the ledge. WHOA Nellie….PFM!!!

I am so grateful to all of you who have supported me…by buying my art (so I don’t have as much to move)…by listening to me when I have my panic attacks…or, just a kind word here and there on Facebook or Instagram.  I truly am very blessed.

I’ve decided to extend the sale on my paintings and the Angels until Christmas….I may not be as on top of shipping as I normally am, but, I promise to get them to you in a reasonable amount of time… Click HERE to check out what is available…

Blessings to all of you.

May We Walk Together As One

Paula

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