How about the house? We moved in 3 1/2 years ago and were immediately confronted with the true depths of our blinded-by-a-little-acreage delusion. Don't get me wrong, we've loved this place since the first moment we moved in with ourselves, our 3 kids, and various pets.It was fleshy pink.
Strangely enough, the vintage 1967 bathrooms (make no mistake... I love me some sparkly formica and pink toilets... it's what - think about things that grow in perpetually warm, wet places - was under said fabulousness that gave me pause) aren't what I struggled with - it was the strange not-quite-big-enough-to-use circle drive and the hornet-infested "turd" of trees and shrubs out front that had me up at night.
You see, I should confess from the very beginning that I am a full-tilt garden junkie. I make no claims to superiority (well, not too many, at least) in that realm - I just love the process. Digging is my therapy, compost is my co-pilot, perennials are my peeps. That turd had to go. I needed my hardy roses and my irises, a patch of green grass, and my often-dreamed-of peeled pole fence.
So, as of the end of last growing season.... ta da!
Hence "obnoxiousgreendoor". My (much adored by us and...) rather conservative neighbors have given me strange looks, come right out and said - "seriously, why?" - and have even threatened to do a little late night revision. The best response was - "I can't say I like it but it does make me think someone pretty interesting must live there." Phew! Someone got it (I, for the record, actually LOVE this color, a custom match to a praying mantis my kids found on the crabapple in the backyard).More to come.....
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