Home, Sweet, Home

Occasionally, I like to scroll through MLS listings in my area. I suppose it is a bit of a hobby. I’m not looking for a new place though; oh no, I’m looking for weird stuff. Whether it is just outdated or truly an odd design choice, I just love it. I especially like it when it is surprising. I once scrolled through a listing for a perfectly normal home only to come across what I’m assuming was some kind of “man cave” covered in animal heads. I don’t mean just a few (this is the south, after all), I mean floor to ceiling heads on every wall.

I find most of my gems in houses priced $700,000 and above (although the $500,000-$700,000 sometimes surprises me). I live in an area with a low cost of living, so we are talking about pricey homes. I’ve found that this price range seems to be the sweet spot for not quite being locked in to maintaining an “image,” but still having enough money to afford something crazy. Once you start getting higher, and especially over a million (and again, remember, low cost of living), the houses are typically over-designed down to each individual knick-knack. Sometimes this works, other time the house ends up all fake opulence with oversize furniture. A style I just despise, but one that is very popular in this area.

[I was going to be an example photograph here. That seems mean though; just use your imagination.]

I’d like to take this morning to apologize to everyone who likes that style. I know there are many of you out there and I’m sure it looks nice in your house. Promise. You do you. I have no taste – this blog is called PlayfullyTacky.com remember. I secretly like it when the bedding matches the curtains matches the wallpaper.

Some of my favorite discoveries include a great room full of a two-story artificial tree, a bathroom straight out of Miami Vice, a dreamcatcher at least three feet in diameter, more ugly hand-painted murals than you can count, and a bomb shelter. Another favorite comes not from a listing, but from my in-law’s current home. When they moved in a loft in their bedroom looked down on an open bathroom covered with some kind of tent thing. A tent, really.

I’m not sure why I do this. And I’m a bit ashamed of it, actually, Make no mistake; I’m totally judging the people who live in these homes. I usually try to avoid being Judgy McJudgerson, but I’m always back trolling the listings once a month or so. It is always just homes in my state too, usually in my metro area. I get a little high thinking I might looking into the home of someone I pass on the street (this is also the main reason I like driving around to look at “Christmas lights,” aka in open windows).

There isn’t really a point to this post. I’m just talking.



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