I've become an addict.
HGTV is my lover, and I'm it's bitch. Yes, it's true... I watch it when I'm not watching TCM, finding myself picking the house in House Hunters, yelling if they chose the one I think is not right... wondering how I'll decorate my no longer my house, the things I can do to it to update and make it even better.
The key phrase is, 'no longer my house'.
I've hung painting and photographs in the new townhouse, accepting it's not mine. If I move to LA, I'll be in a pre decorated master suite, so, my stuff will go back into storage. I'm pretty sure they'll empty their house to decorate the new one, so, who knows? I may get to hang a few things and move some of my antique furniture into the space. I'll be able to plant again, and there is a yard guy, so, I don't have to mow. And, I can buy some KABOOM! Billy Mays makes me want to buy crap for my house.
Although I don't miss anything I disposed of, I sometimes wish I'd kept a few things to make my life easier should I move west.
Or, I can put in for a house makeover, and be on television again.
Now, that's an idea!
Our Neville Fact:
Due to requests from many... okay, two.... tomorrow will be a full report of Margaret and Neville's Grand Cruise.