It wasn't the house of our dreams. It wasn't even the house that we really, liked.
It was one of the last houses that we looked at because the owners of the house, that we thought that we were getting, had messed up the sale big time. And it was the house that we HAD to take because we were running out of time and money, and we needed something soon!
SOMETIMES YOU TAKE WHAT YOU CAN GET AND HOPE FOR THE BEST.
At the time, we had NO idea what the Lord had planned for this...blessed mess on the corner.
It was the least ugly of all of the HUD/repo houses that we had looked at. And boy, had we seen some...winners.
Not all of the rooms of this last house, had been painted in LOUD, Primary colors, like most of the other houses we had looked at. Not all. Just one.
It was neon turquoise with a FuNkY, psychedelic border around the top of the walls, that I swear, you could see shining out the windows at night.
I refuse to discuss the Pepto Bismol PINK master bedroom with the matching? yellow master bath, or for that matter, the open loft area just outside of the master bedroom, that was painted the most delicate shade of pink with matching fru-fru border. I guess it was to gently guide the eye into the awaiting horror of The Great Pepto Abysmal bedroom.
The downstairs and the rest of the house was still the original flat white walls, now dingy and scuffed, from several somebody's who lived there previously. The fake Pergo floor was WELL worn, as was the carpet that used to be steel blue but was now a dirty, stained, light gray , and all of it complemented the dingy, scuffed walls, and the no-appliance kitchen.
Oh, and let's not forget the fabulous "handcrafted" stairway handrail...made out of two slapped together 2 x 4's and HAMMERED into the stairwell. Well, it just took our breath away.
Seriously. I think I lost consciousness.
The outside of the house was just as...blah. Of course it was late April, and the light gray house with sun-worn black shutters, was nestled in a rather large receding snow bank, outlined by an icy blue, late winter sky, making the total picture rather depressing.
EYES THAT CAN SEE PAST THE OBVIOUS.
YEP. THAT'S WHAT WAS NEEDED NOW.
EYES OF VISION AND HEARTS FULL OF HOPE.
When you bid on a repo house, you never know who you're bidding against, or IF there even IS somebody else bidding.
So we prayed, wrote out our bid, and waited. And waited. And waited some more. And found out in about two weeks that we had won the bid!
Yea! The incredibly homely house on the corner was ours! ALL ours!
From the ratty downstairs with empty kitchen, up the "handcrafted"-HAMMERED-in handrail, to the girlie-pink family room, and from the turquoise, Reefer Madness bedroom, to the Pepto Pink master bedroom....the house was ours...and the bank'$.
THE HOUSE ON THE CORNER NEEDED US AS MUCH AS WE NEEDED IT.
AND LITTLE DID WE KNOW...THAT SO DID THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
(I hope to post Part Two within a couple of weeks. You KNOW how I am...)
