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Stop looking at me, swan!

Stop looking at me, swan! 8

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Since announcing the purchase of our new home last month, I’ve been careful not to share too many details about the property until everything was 100% official. Part of our agreement included having the house appraised, and being able to walk away if the appraisal price was lower than the sale price. We certainly didn’t want to overpay for our new digs, and the bank would only loan us the amount the home was worth–if it ended up appraising for less than we paid, we’d be responsible for coming up with the difference.

It took three weeks to receive the final appraisal, but the good news made it worth the wait. The home appraised for significantly more than we’re paying, which not only means we got a good deal, but we also have built-in equity right of the bat. Huzzah!

We are beyond excited to move at the beginning of next month so we can begin putting the Scottrina stamp on our first home.  Scott may have even joined Pinterest to keep track of DIY ideas. We adore the property, but there’s absolutely some things need to be changed. Allow me to break down the good, the bad, and the purple shag ugly…

The Good:

  • It’s on a lake!
  • It’s a modern, industrial home that was designed by an architect. We had resigned to settling for a kitschy log cabin, and were thrilled to discover this modern gem with exposed beams and ductwork, a loft and heated concrete floors.
  • It’s two bedrooms. Most lake homes in these parts are absolutely ginormous, and this one’s the perfect size for us. Bonus: the architect drafted plans to add a third bedroom should we ever like to expand.
  • There’s super high ceilings and a really sweet loft.
  • It’s full of beautiful, built-in storage. We’re actually selling all of our bookshelves and dressers as we’ll no longer need them.
  • It’s a green home that is lit by the sun and energy-efficient. This will save tons of moolah during the harsh Minnesota winters.
  • The kitchen is pretty much amazing. (Think concrete counters and an incredible gas range.)
  • There’s a mini beverage fridge mounted underneath the counters. For some reason, this makes me ridiculously giddy.
  • Scott will finally have an outdoor compost pile and vegetable garden. Hallelujah.

The Bad:

  • The master bathroom and bedroom are open concept. Yes, you read that right. Essentially, you’ll have a bird’s-eye view of whoever’s in the shower from our bed.
  • It’s on 1.7 acres of land. While some would see this as a huge plus, I’m absolutely terrified. Particularly as Scott has informed me we’re not getting a riding lawnmower. “It will be your outdoor summer workout,” he insists.
  • We’ll be living in the country. Again, this isn’t entirely bad. We’ll have a ton of privacy (which is important as the house is made almost entirely of windows) and our lake won’t be overcrowded. Still, I’m going to miss being walking distance from the supermarket.
  • The neighbors have big, angry dogs. I’ve been told they’re contained by an invisible fence, but I’m still teaching the girls how to curb stomp…just in case.
  • We have a fairly long driveway that will require a great deal of snow shoveling in the winter. I can already hear Scott saying “It will be your outdoor winter workout.”
  • The master bedroom and second bedroom look into each other. It’s difficult to explain verbally, the but two bedrooms are on opposite side of the home, separated by a large, open air space created by the loft. The wall of each bedroom has a large cutout that opens up into the air space, creating indoor “windows” that are perfectly symmetrical to each other from across the house. Let’s just say some drywall will be happening ASAP. I love the open concept vibe, but don’t want my company to be able to peer into my bedchamber while I’m sawing logs. (Or having a whispered argument with Scott. Fighting in front of the company is never classy.) 

The Ugly:

  • Three Words: Purple Shag Carpet

purple-shag-carpet

The most frustrating thing is that the carpet is really nice, and in beautiful condition. But that color! Each time I step on it, it feels like I’m walking all over Grimace…minus the milkshakes.

grimace

The resemblance is frightening, no?

 

  • These two guys
fireplace-statues

The only thing worse than stepping on Grimace

The tan colored posts…the statues that belong in 1981…the purple carpet and questionable flower arrangement….these are the things that haunt my dreams. (And make me feel like I’m sitting in a poorly decorated jazz club on a cruise ship.) Fortunately, the statues and posts are 100% removable.

 

  • Our bathtub

bathtub

 

Remember that open concept master bathroom? Welp…here she is. While the actual tub is kind of gorgeous…I feel like the view Scott will have of me swearing while attempting to shave my legs as he lies in bed will be anything but gorgeous. My only consolation is that I’ll finally have an excuse to quote Billy Madison every morning.

stop-looking-at-me-swanI feel like that almost makes the purple shag carpet worth it.

 

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The Fab Five: June 2013

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Lately, I’ve become quite enamored with Emily over at Cupcakes and Cashmere.  Emily’s lifestyle blog documents her perfect life in perfect sunny California where she’s always donning the perfect outfit and writing perfect blog posts (complete with perfect photos) without a single grammatical error.

And she still finds time to make corn on the cob cupcakes.

I, on the contrary find myself in rural Minnesota wearing a pair of faux leather leggings and mismatched hoodie as they were the only things clean this morning. Yesterday I forgot how to spell the word “lobster”.  I’ll probably never make corn on the cob cupcakes (only because I would eat the entire batch in one afternoon while watching ‘Property Brothers’) and have made the controversial life choice to forego brushing my hair today.

bed-head

Sorry, Emily.

Still, I can’t help but think of myself as the less classy, albeit somewhat more accessible version of Emily. I have knowledge and advice to offer the world! Sure…that advice may be how to build snuggle traps out of unlaundered blankets…but it’s advice nonetheless!

Long story short, I’m totally ripping off Emily’s “Five Things” concept, in which she shares five random items she’s been enjoying as of late. I’ll be calling it, “The Fab Five” in order to avoid a copyright infringement lawsuit.

I’ll attempt to share my Fab Five once a month…but much like the elusive corn on the cob cupcakes, I can’t guarantee I’ll actually do it. Still, it’s worth a try, right?

Without further ado, my favorite ‘ish for June 2013.

 

1. MarketSpice Tea

Market Spice Tea

This delicious loose leaf tea originates from the Pike’s Place Market in my hometown of Seattle. Ironically, I was never aware of the magical beverage until I was back in Washington over Easter. They’ve been making this stuff since the 1960′s and is famous across the globe. I believe it even won a “Best Tea in the World” award or something…but don’t quote me on that.

Since discovering this delightful concoction, I’ve been brewing at least two glasses a day. It’s pretty much the healthy, socially acceptable tea version of crack cocaine.  I’ve shared it with several friends who have also become equally addicted. I highly recommend the loose leaf version, but it’s also available in  teabag form.

 

2. Swedish Mesh Tea Ball

Swedish mesh tea ball

Clearly, I’m passionate about my tea balls.

I’ve only had this bad boy in my possession for three days, but am already in love. It’s perfect for brewing a single cup of loose leaf tea, and is ridiculously easy to fill, use and clean.

I’ve also had fun trying to hypnotize the dogs with it pendulum style. (So far no luck, but I’m not throwing in the towel tea ball just yet.)

 

3. Printstagram Poster

Printstagram Photo Poster

I’ve been slowly collecting new pieces of furniture and decor for our big move to the new house next month. One thing I’ve been trying to get away from is a dwelling space that’s packed to the gills with framed photos of friends, family, the dogs, and let’s face it…myself.  This easy to make poster was the perfect solution! For just twenty-five bucks, Prinstagram detected my Instagram photo feed, let me select my 96 favorite snapshots, and printed them on a glossy 20×30 poster in a sleek and stylish grid format. I popped it into an affordable poster frame from Target, and voila! Photos of all my favorite people (and dogs) in a streamlined, modern alternative to a hallway full of awkward portraits from the JC Penny photo studio.

I think Emily would totally approve.

 

4. Vintage washboard

Vintage washboard

Speaking of furnishings for the new house, I discovered this antique washing board at my parents home in Tacoma last week. I was digging the old-fashioned, industrial vibe, and asked if I could transport it back to ‘Sota so I might hang it on a wall somewhere. While I assumed it was simply one of Mark’s forgotten garage sale treasures, my Mom informed me it used to belong to my great-grandmother who lived in…wait for it…Two Harbors, MN! Returning the washboard to its homestate felt so appropriate, and I can’t wait to showcase it in our new place. Here’s to family heirlooms that double as chic decor!

 

5. Swedish Dishcloths

Swedish dishcloths

Dishcloths are semi-dirty in this photo. (Sorry, Emily.)

Turns out the Swedes don’t just make hypnotic tea balls…they’ve got a share of the dishcloth market as well! I picked these up at the PLU Bookstore back home, but Amazon has a variety of patterns and colors to choose from.

The best part? These dish cloths are totally firm and rigid until you get them wet, at which point they are capable of absorbing 15 times their weight in water. They firm up to their original state once dry. Basically, they’re like those magic pills that turn into dinosaur sponges when submerged in water…just for adults who have to be responsible and you know…actually clean things.

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Psst! I’m heading to L.A. for a much needed girls trip tonight! Witness my California shenanigans over on Instagram!

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Airport husbandry

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Sometimes, Scott is so darn clever, it’s nearly impossible to be angry with him.

Case in point? The shenanigans he pulled when picking me up from the Minneapolis/Saint Paul airport yesterday afternoon.

While I love my husband dearly, anyone who’s ever spent any time with him recognizes that he’s notorious for forgetting things, despite numerous reminders. While I had warned him several times that I would need to be picked up from the airport on Sunday afternoon, I decided one last text message before my flight departed certainly couldn’t hurt.

airport-text

I literally was typing  this message as the flight attendant shot me dirty looks for failing to shut my phone off despite several announcements. I hit “send”, powered down, and assumed Scott would read it at some point.

This assumption was correct….sort of.

As soon as my plane touched down in ‘Sota, I turned on my phone to see if Scott had messaged me back. He hadn’t, but my trusty iPhone showed that the message had at least been delivered. Surely he was waiting outside for me. I gave him a quick call to check in on his exact location, but the call went straight to voicemail. Quickly, I opened up Find my iPhone–an app intended to locate lost phones that I instead use to track my not-always-so-communicative husband. The application confirmed my fears…Scott had neglected to charge his phone.

With such disheartening prospects, I did the only thing I could do.

Grab my suitcase at luggage claim–looking as grumpy as humanly possible–while letting my imagination conjure up all of the possible reasons Scott’s phone could be dead.

(I’m not going to reveal all the scenarios I envisioned as it gives an extremely unflattering glimpse into the colorful inner workings of my brain. Let’s just say one of the potential outcomes included a buffalo, and leave it at that.)

Before I could waste too much time pondering how I would manage to make our mortgage payments if Scott had decided to up and leave me for a career with the circus, my phone rang.

Scott: Hey….

Me: Hi! Where are you?

Scott: So…um…do you think you could take a bus home from the airport?

Me: Excuse me?

(Fun Fact: Scott and I live three hours from the airport.)

Scott: Yeah…so…uh…I may have accidentally read your text wrong. For some reason I thought it said 7:15…not 1:15.

Me: You’ve got to be kidding me.

Scott: I wish I was.

Me: Seriously?? You’re still in Smalltown?!? Scott! We talked about this a billion times! You knew I was going to be here in the afternoon. Plus, we’re supposed to pick up the new dog on our way home! I can’t believe you forgot!!!

Scott: I’m sorry. Really, I am. It was an honest mistake. Listen…you’d better look into taking a bus home.

Me: No. No way. You’d better be leaving in the next five minutes. I’m going to go find a restaurant with wine and WiFi so I can spend lots and lots of money on Amazon until you get here.

Funny how the threat of a vino-fueled Amazon shopping spree has a way of bringing out the truth.

Scott: {Giggling}

Me: Oh…you think this is funny, Scott?

Scott: I’m just kidding, Katrina! I’m two minutes away.

It ended up being more like twenty minutes…but I’ll take that over 3.5 hours any day of the week. In fact, I was so relieved I didn’t have to wait several hours, I didn’t even mind that Scott was running behind schedule as the result of a Sunday morning YMCA sauna session.

Leave it to my husband to figure out a way to show up forty minutes late to the airport and actually have me happy about it as opposed to irate.

On the bright side, he forgot to bring the shoes I was going to exchange with him. I think that means I get to keep them as a reward for his tardiness, right?

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Psst! Read about our last airport prank here

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Um…I think we just bought a house?

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Looks like the Taylors are staying in ‘Sota for good!

chihuahua wearing snow boots

“You’re kidding, right?”

Sorry, Jolie…the offer your father and I made on that house last Wednesday was accepted!

(I think the snuggle pooch will change her tune once she realizes she’s living in a lake home with heated floors for maximum ground napping.)

This milestone has been a long time coming for Scott and I. We’ve been trying to find the perfect home since 2009, and have made no less than nine offers on six different properties in the process. My head spins just thinking about the four-year long real estate obstacle course we’ve finally completed. The good news is that out of all the homes we’ve ever considered, this is the only one that felt just right. While purchasing a home is one of the most terrifying decisions I’ve ever made, I feel really great about our investment. There’s no doubts or cold feet — just lots of excitement and daydreaming on Pinterest.

We had a successful inspection over the weekend, and are now just waiting on an appraisal from the bank to make sure the home is worth what we’re paying for it. Once that’s final, I’ll share more details about Casa de Taylor. (Spoiler Alert: There’s lots of shag carpet. And not the good kind.)

In the mean time, I’m spending every last second of free time trolling the internet for items to furnish my new digs. Much like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City 2, I feel as if “I’ve been cheating on fashion with furniture.”

And it feels good.

First on the agenda? A sassy doormat, of course.

holla door mat

 

Because nothing says “Welcome to my home” quite like a welcome mat with some Flavor-Flav inspired slang. Am I right or am I right?

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