Someone asked if this is my actual house here on my blog page. (Sorry, if you are reading a feed you need to click through to see it).
I have to say that it is NOT my house.
It is not in my neighborhood.
Or my city.
Nor my state.
Nay, it is not even in my country.
Maybe one day I will actually post the whole thing, not just a little chunk, and you can all have a good laugh.
I don’t know why I am living in a little virtual house that is pink these days.
My current house is not pink.
It is yellow, as were the majority of houses I have lived in, come to think of it.
The house my parents bought when I was 10, and where they still live, was pink when they bought it and of course they then painted it golden yellow. I always wished it had stayed pink.
I love old pink houses and old pink hotels. I guess if my husband weren’t such a pinkophobe, I would indeed live in a pink house.
Of course, we have a goldfish now, and I never thought he would let that fly either. He’s a fishophobe too, unless it on his plate.
Okay, enough nonsense. You know when I prattle like this it is only because there is so much on my mind that I can’t budge any of it loose. So I should go and sleep and dream and hopefully, one day, return to the land of the fine folks who have the time, energy and inclination to do THIS with some heart and some gusto.
Me? I am all gusto’d out…spent it on those 23 little rug rats darlings in my class.
Adieu.
The pink house at the top of the page is adorable. But perhaps this will give you perspective: I’d love to have ANY home of my own – house of any color, trailer, even a motor home.
I know who lives there, but my lips are sealed! 😉
There was a pink house in my old neighborhood, very tastefully done. It wasn’t ALL pink, and it wasn’t bright pink. It was just really, really pretty. I should have taken a photo of it.
My husband has resigned himself to the pink. I love pink, though I really hated it until I had my daughter. But now I want everything that comes in pink. October is one of my favorite months (aside from my anniversary and my daughter’s birthday) because it’s Breast Cancer Awareness month, and you can get ANYTHING in pink. I was *this close* to buying a pink coffeemaker — but it wasn’t a thermal one. So I kept with the plain ol’ black one.
I like the new digs… Especially the pink house! My husband is a pinkaphobe too, or the girls and I would have a pink house, a pink car and anything else we can think of to paint pink. 🙂