3 posts tagged “dream house”

I saw Sex and the City recently. Carry Bradshaw is going to marry Mr. Big and they buy their dreamhouse together. Their dreamhouse, nothing like mine, is a Manhattan penthouse flat. Which means Mr. Big must be a quadrabillionaire. That's beside the point. Carry floats around the loft, enjoying the rooftop patio and all the wonderful lighting. Until she gets to the closet. The closet is very small. Mr. Big grins and says he'll build her a new one.

More than anything about this film, I was vexed how Mr. Big seemed to create space when he rebuilt Carry's closet to be the size of most houses. The only thing I could think of was, "what room disappeared?" The apartment was on top of a building. It's not like you can add a side wing. Giving Carry a big closet meant getting rid of....the living room? The kitchen?

I don't think I'll ever need any such closet in my dream house. I don't really do shoes. I've got running shoes, hiking shoes, house shoes, and about four pairs of fancy shoes. That's less than most men.

And my clothes don't need their own space to breath. Who knows, maybe when I get married my priorities will change and I'll become as superficial as these fictional clusters of housewife socialites, but until then, a couple racks for hangers and a nook for shoes is about all I need.

The only other thing I need these days is a good health blog. And I seem to have found that blog with this paleo diet post I read recently. It's funny, informative, and true. What could be better?

I could spend a week designing a dream bathroom. Certainly there is jacuzzi. The shower would have to have various nozzles of different sizes and at different heights, and I would neat one of those giant head to toe mirrors, and enough towel racks to hold a dozen towels.

But recently I've decided to add something....quirky to my dreamhouse...

The Bidet.

I laughed the first time I saw a bidet. It's an enema machine! It squirts water at your bum! And worse, it's French!

Then I got to thinking, I wash my bum in the shower. I like having a clean bum. And I know this sounds gross, but I always make sure I've showered before I go on a date for specific reasons having to do with a cleanly washed bum. Sometimes I'll take a shower even if I've already showered that day just because....well because of the whole bum situation.

Yet a bidet perfectly solves this problem. A clean bum after every trip to the bathroom! Is that too weird? After all, the French do have a better health care system, it might go to say that they have a better hygiene system as well. Then again...they don't shave their armpits so I guess it's give and take.

Link Time

1) Find someone: it's a simple public records search engine. Easy to use, try it out.

2) Orthorexia Nervosa: It's a post from a health blog about the dangers of obsessing over healthy eating. Yes, you can eat TOO healthy.

For well over a decade now I've had a clear picture of the library in my dream house. It's my favorite place to be, the library of my mind.

I'm a sucker for classicism, and the room was borne out of a trick through Virginia. My parents planned a family vacation around antebellum architecture. We visited the Monticello. We visited several southern manors and bed & breakfasts. And we visited the Vanderbilt mansion. The place was from another time, glorious and elegant and the heighth of taste built in a decade run amok with decadence.

My favorite room in the Vanderbilt was the library, thus my picture created...

Two stories, balconies of American Oak, a spiral staircase, and wrought iron railings.

A large panel of glass windows facing slightly south to west, to  catch the sunset indirectly, the whole of the panel at an incurve, wrapping around right to the beginning of the books.

And books. Miles of books. Most read. This is the part of my dream house I carry with me and work on daily. The library contains every book I've ever read as my room does now, accumulating my past literature, the comic books of my youth, the pulp of high school, the classics of college, the best of modern lit from my post grad, and finally the new and cutting edge of today. This is my wall paper, my worldly decoration, and I hope to eventually fill two stories.

The only other thing of important note for the library is the piano. Grand and center, this room contains the collection of things I keep in my heart, it is the forbidden room I keep for myself, I allow others to enter occasionally, but not for the general consumption of guests.

My dream house has shifted, but the library has never changed.

And now for some clicks to the good health posts on the internet. The two I've found for this month are omega 3 supplements and vitamins online. Hope you enjoy.