So last weekend, CCB, Lauren and I went on the Parade of Homes tour. It’s a bunch of model homes that are furnished real fancy-like and for a marginal fee, open to every Tom, Dick and Harry to traipse through them. I’m sure 90% of the people who go will never ever live in homes like these, with his-and-hers closets and actual theaters in the basement. I know I never will, but it’s fun to go and pretend you’re rich enough to live in one of these joints. I do end up taking away a few key ideas, however. This year, my take-away was how awesome homes can be when you’re lazy like me. There were intercoms so you could call your kids for dinner without walking all the way to the foot of the stairs and hollering up at them. There were ceiling fans with remote controls so you wouldn’t have to haul your sorry butt out of the bed to turn it off if you got cold in the middle of the night. And my personal favorite: the tiny door that led into the pantry from the garage so you could shove your grocery bags in there instead of walking up the four steps to the kitchen.
I might never get to live in a mansion, I realize this. But by golly, someday I will have a Tiny Grocery Bag Door. CCB promised!
I wonder what hollering at your kids to come to dinner sounds like over and intercom. I too will never be rich enough to find out.
Oh those little doors are so very handy! I loved mine at my old house!