That's what happens when I real estate stalk. I see things I never knew I needed, have nowhere for them and must have whatever it is regardless. The hunt is one. I want a gramophone trumpet as a lampshade. I wonder how long it takes me to track one down at a ridiculously bargain price?
House hunting sounds so much more "adult" than real estate stalking. Not that I'm looking to bag any houses this particular house hunting season. My bag limit was definitely one and I'm done. Still I seem to be drawn to country cottages and getaway boltholes. In places with fruit trees and hedges, a vege garden, old wooden sheds, quiet country lanes and a well stocked local deli with cheese room and wine cellar just down the road. Perhaps a cafe with a famous, now "retired" barista. Somewhere I can rough it with a cappuccino or some gelati. This cottage might just do me fine. It's just outside Daylesford in Victoria. A little decluttering, a few more found industrial pieces and a wine fridge. Every weekender needs a wine fridge :P Link here while it lasts.