Um, you guys? We're trying again. Today we made an offer on a brick Tudor circa 1988 that we looked at last weekend. And get this: It's the "Barbie Dream House" from an earlier post. I can hardly believe it, either. We went from laughing at the listing pictures to falling in love with the house when we visited it last weekend.
When we first started looking for a house, Keith and I made our lists of what we wanted. His list said things like "3 bedrooms. A fenced or fence-able yard. Built on a level lot. Closer to work than our current place. Absolutely no high-tension power lines or creeks/flood risks running through the backyard." My list said things like "A diamond in the rough with an awesome floor plan but terrible, outdated decorating than no one else can see past. Something that I can redecorate and then sell for a profit."
This house fits the bill. It's everything Keith wanted, but the decorating is aggressively bad, with icky carpets and terrible paint colors. The appliances are original to the house. And the house stinks because it's been smoked in, so a lot of buyers ran screaming before they even made it through the front room. Luckily, my family successfully got the smoke smell out of the house in which my grandma smoked for 50 years. And the technique involves new carpet and repainting practically every surface. I can do that.
But you guys, the floor plan is wonderful. It's all on one level, and it has beautiful high ceilings. The back of the house is U-shaped and built around a charming little patio that you can access from three different rooms. The laundry room is just outside the master bedroom. The closets are big, with lots of storage elsewhere, too. It has a lot of potential. Getting the smoke smell out and upgrading the appliances won't be cheap, and our offer reflects that. But we're keeping our fingers crossed that we can come to an agreement with the seller. This house deserves some love.