We made an offer on the Dream House. So, naturally my mind has turned to the back yard, or the back garden as people say in Ireland and the UK.
I've always wanted a bed outside to sleep under the stars, read a book, sip some tea.
Of course, I'd need to make a pretty quilt or blanket for the top of it.
The idea of a hanging bed is quite intriguing. I wonder how long that would take to get through The Committee (i.e Husband who thinks that anything - and I mean anything - outside the box- is just strange.) He almost always agrees - I just have to practice patience for the several months it takes him to process it, and know that he has a routine to go through, whereas I'm much more impulsive when I know I love something. This is why it's easier to just do it on my own for less important tasks, such as painting an exterior wall pink.
So, I guess you're wondering about the house. There was another offer already on the Dream House. It's called a Hubbard Clause in these parts. That means the other buyer has singed a contract contingent on their selling their own house first.
After we made the offer, the other buyer had 72 hours to scramble around for financing, win the lotto or sell their house or it would be ours. Of course, it's already mine - I've been saying that for months, right?
I think Husband cried. We've had our eyes on that house for months. I was sad too, of course, but it's already my house. I guess I'll have to let them buy it, though. Isn't that big of me? I keep telling Husband that the deal doesn't close until June 30. A million things could happen before then.
So, the hunt continues, as our Dream House is going to be inhabited by other people. I'm going to let them buy it with my blessing, because we're talking about not getting a house, not having our family killed in a natural disaster. We can choose if we want to be spoiled brats or take it in stride. I, for one, could live in a box if it meant my family was safe and secure. Ok, I know I mentioned Ebay-ing Junior last week, so you could call me out on that, but I was just joking, I promise.
Finally, as I plan for the outdoor bed which will go in the backyard of my Dream House (which is now being bought by another family - did I mention that?) , I wanted to show you this. These last two photos are called the Floating Bed. Lately, I've come to know several parents who have children with either Asperger's, sensory processing disorders, ADHD or are on the autism spectrum. This bed is made for people whose vestibular systems are in overdrive, which coincides with many of these disorders. Apparently, it's quite soothing and helps with sleep and to calm people when their environment is overwhelming. I love how design can look so wonderful and yet be very helpful beyond the aesthetics.