Well, I've done what I've always said I would never do--fall in love with a house at first sight. The problem? The house isn't for sale. We were driving to one showing this morning and passed an estate sale on the way. Naturally, we stopped! As soon as I walked in the period 50's kitchen, I knew it was a wonderful house. A giant tub of vintage Tupperware sat on the table. White cabinets brightened the room with yellow tile counters, perfect for my blue and white dishware. A small dining room off the kitchen, a sunny living room, a paneled den with fireplace and huge window...two large bedrooms and the same bath we have now, only in seafoam green. A giant two-car garage with vaulted ceiling that would easily remodel into a master bedroom suite. Oh, the yard--one acre, flat, sunny--ideal for gardening. The whole house full of possibilities unfolded in my mind. Our family could stay there forever if we had to.
The owner is a 90 year old woman who is determined to manage her own business affairs. The estate sale coordinator thought she might have found a buyer already, but would pass along our number. I tried to charm her with the cuteness of my baby and explained that my husband worked at the school just a few minutes away. Now I'm counting on prayer! I know it's a long shot, but how great would it be if I found our dream home at a yard sale?