a yellow house.

We've been planning on building a house for about...well...10 years now. We get close, and then decide to rent. We find plans and talk to builders, and then decide to buy. The market, the timing, the details, etc.

But we're close. I can feel it. It's just a matter of selling this house, really. Crossing my fingers.

So I've been looking through the humongo house notebook, finalizing how I want our new house to feel. That's important, to know this before we build it. These are a few pictures I've saved; "the feel".





Yes, that is Superman talking in his kitchen with Lex Luthor. Because ultimately I want the Kent Farm.

I want old, but new. White, but colorful. Bright and open. Practical and totally not put together on purpose.

A drinking fountain on the side porch, double ovens, a huge island and a conversation nook in the kitchen, an herb ledge above the sink, books and pillows, benches, windows windows windows, window seats, a kids craft closet with pipe cleaners and bubble wrap, pictures that make no perfect sense, words on every wall, and a green door. Somewhere. A green door somewhere.

Am I asking too much? Does the dream home really exist? It probably will be a little more practical than painted wood floors and a tiny frigidaire, but not totally put together. A place our kids can tell their kids about.

Hmmm.

And I'm pretty sure I want it to be yellow.



I'm sorry I don't remember where all the pictures came from. If I do remember, it's linked to it's bloggy source.