The perfect little house.

Buying a home has been on my mind a ton lately. I think I am at that stage in my life where I want to start making a place for myself and since I don’t see myself getting married any time soon, I want to start moving towards that on my own. It’s been on my mind a ton lately; where I want to live, the kind of house I want, the homey feeling I want it to have, etc. I think I have it all figured out in my head, and then when I meet Mr. Right he’ll just fit right into my perfect little house and life!

I’ve decided that I want a little old house. Not really a fixer upper because I just don’t have the time but something kind of like a Craftsman bungalow. Kind of like Jacob and Theresa’s house for those of you that know them.



I want it to have a cute little 1950’s style kitchen complete with old school appliances, (or the ones that look old school but are new and don’t have the old school appliance problems.) I want it to have a cool oven with two doors and an old refrigerator. I want it to feel like my grandma’s kitchen with wooden cabinets and pretty white curtains. I want there to be a rug in front of the sink that my dogs lie on while they watch me cook dinner and hope for little pieces of food to fall off the counter.



Then the rest of the house is much less specific, for some reason my kitchen is huge to me. That's probably because of the amount of time I spent in my grandma’s growing up. I want a kitchen table for everyday meals and a dining room table for special occasions. Oh…and no TV in the kitchen!

I want a little backyard and a porch…a porch would be awesome. I could sit out there with my dogs lying inside the house just on the other side of the screen door and crochet on a lovely autumn or spring day. That would be amazing. Even better would be if I had a view of the mountains, or a lake, (like this picture I took on my last camping trip.) That would totally be icing on the cake.



Then someday when I’m married I can get up early on Sunday mornings and turn on some Johnny Cash, Marty Robbins, or some other old country music crooner, throw on an apron and make breakfast for me and my husband in my perfect little house.

Yep…that’s what I want.