The most dangerous spot for me this past weekend was putting
on some blue surgical booties and making my way through the Parade of Homes in
Michigan, accompanying hubs on some business related visits. You know, we wanted to see the homes but it
is still a business visit, and we have so much to do around the house that it was difficult to make the commitment to go. I really enjoy these visits though as I usually see some great floor plan or new gadget or appliance, some landscaping or paint color.
Anyway, the first home was a remodel of a
home along the St. Joseph river. Oh my
goodness, the lot, the view, the stunning kitchen. It was gorgeous. Very uncluttered and minimally decorated but
beautifully so with some nice arts and crafts pieces sprinkled throughout. What a treat to visit
this great spot.
Another home or two which were equally as nice, new
construction, and then onto another remodel.
Oh dear. This one had some
seriously great upgrades to a home in a well- established neighborhood. The standout for me here was the entry as on
the way up to the parade, hubs and I were discussing entry remodeling and I
expressed some ideas that have been rolling around in my head. Nothing major but to improve our entry, just talk. Nothing major until I saw this home but now my wheels are really turning.
A couple more homes and our final stop at a very
contemporary, almost Scandinavian style home near Lake Michigan. This was a
stunner, and so unlike our home and what I thought to be “my taste”. I could live
there for sure. They had to take down
several ash trees on the property because of the dreaded ash bore but they were
able to salvage a LOT of the wood and made the stair treads and wood flooring
from massive trees that had to be cut down. Gorgeous.
A stop at my favorite brewery for a sandwich before heading
home, and a bit of my hobby~ conversation with strangers. Talked to two men who were in Michigan, one
from San Francisco and one from Seattle, to attend a weeklong family retreat ~
about their 30th summer. They had been sent to the store for supplies
for dinner and were stopping in to have a beer on their way. They were the sons-in-law of the hosts of the
reunion, and in trouble, they knew it and didn’t care…like 16 year olds who had been given the keys to the car and sent out on an errand. Until one stood up and said to his
brother-in-law, “I’m going to go to the
store, but, I’ll be back and here are my sunglasses and cell phone so you can
be sure.” One of the funniest things I’ve
seen a grown man do, but sort of charming, too.
It was a nice ending to a busy weekend and now, do I hate my
house? My yard? My trees? No, but boy oh boy do I have some ideas. Now, where’s that graph paper?
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