If I were a House
I am a weird little multi-level house. Maybe like those houses in the Hollywood Hills. Hard to find. Around a curvy road. But the driveway is inviting, and roomy. Maybe, quite possibly, I am a house with a whole entire pretty-big lawn people could park next to, and even on. There is room for lots of friends and family. And there's an apple tree in the front yard.
The house itself has modern wood beams, loads of big wide windows, and some small decorative ones too, a few with stained glass. Some beams are metal. there are high ceilings, a tall roof, a green roof with solar panels, and next to those solar panels, a quaint patio with a small round table and two red chairs. On the table is a plant and two white candles in glass holders with rocks at the bottom of the holders.
The main door of the house is large, with a porthole sized round window at the top, but it's difficult to see inside. It is made of heavy wooden beams, with iron decorations. the key is metal, long, old-fashioned and curliqued, and it takes a series of locks to undo in order to get inside. The welcome mat has hedgehogs illustrated on it. The door only unlocks and opens when it wants to.
When you walk in the house, there is a large round mirror on the wall straight ahead, a wide staircase to an upper level that curls up and to the right, a large light-color-carpeted livingroom to the left that contains comfortable, soft couches, a few arm chairs, and a lovely dark brown piano. The kitchen is beyond the livingroom, lots of plants line the marble counter tops. Appliances are bright colors, blue, green, maybe orange or yellow. A coffee maker, a mixer, a kettle. There are hand made pottery dishes in open, door-less cabinets, and a black glass-top stove. An old clock hangs on the wall. There is a lovely countertop with some barstools that are rarely used, and just on the other side of that, a dining area with wooden floors, and a sliding glass door. The room is filled with light. On top of the dining area's wooden floors sits a deep red wooden picnic table, topped with a blue bowl filled with fresh fruit. The lamps on the wall look like old fashioned streetlamps. There's ample counter space, a big deep white sink and the walls are painted a friendly pale yellow.
There's a sitting room, too, with another comfy couch and a tv. Soft blankets and throw pillows adorn it. This room is darker. This room has a fireplace, a ship in a bottle, an old hand carved chess set, and a large tv. Bookshelves line the walls, floor to ceiling, and are filled with many interesting books, a few plants, a camera, and framed photos and art.
There's a bathroom on this floor, too, because of course there is. Who wants to walk up or downstairs for a bathroom? The bathroom has seashells, light blue walls, distressed-wood-framed photos of ocean waves and coral, and a soft white shower curtain. Or maybe no shower curtain. It's a stall, with many jets on the walls and one of those big round shower heads that pours on you like a rainforest deluge.
Next to the bathroom door is another door. This one leads to a stairwell that takes you down mildly creaky steps to a room a level below that smells musty, in a good way. Like old record albums and grandma's kindness. This room is filled with vinyl records, an old player, atop an old record stand. There are windows that let lots of light in here too, just not as much as upstairs. Knitted striped scarves hang over soft cushy green chairs. There's a music stand and flute in the corner. A large black lab will have followed you down here. Even through your socks, you can feel how soft and squishy the carpet is. There's a large antique writing desk almost in the corner, and in the actual corner is a plant stand with a leafy friend sitting, absorbing the natural light, photosynthesizing.
Go out of this room, across the short hall, which is not carpeted, into another room, and the dog will follow you here too. This is something completely different. Large walls are covered in blue background paint, with many clouds, balloons, and hot air balloons, and rainbows, all painted across them. There are framed artistic portraits, photos of me, Homer, and friends, on amusement park rides, framed printouts of excellent quotes in interesting fonts. There are at least 3 huge bean bag chairs on the carpet, and colorful cushions, and mats. The moment you walk in you want to laugh or do a somersault or both. There's a trampoline, and it's fun to bounce. There's a dressup corner with feather boas and goofy sunglasses on the wall. There's a mirror with orange swirly edges, so you can see yourself smile.
There's a door that you can't really see, you just have to know where the outline is in the blue, a bit camouflaged. If you press it, it opens, and the room you enter is dark. There are paintings of red lips and vampire teeth. You're pretty sure a vampire lives here, actually. Where's the coffin? The walls are dark lace patterns on a rich shiny amber colored background, and there are maroon curtains hanging in various places. But no windows. There's an aquarium with a tarantula. Bats hang from the ceiling. There is an arm chair, sleek, shiny leather. A few skeletons and skulls sit on floating shelves on the wall, and inside an old mahogany curio cabinet. There are bottles whose insides shimmer.
If you look closely, there's a black steel ladder against the back wall. Climb, and you may climb all the way to the roof, which has green moss growing over most of it, and a hot air balloon parked next to the chimney, as well as the aforementioned solar panels and tiny dining patio. If you climb back down, you'll come to a tower that is the shape and size and striped black-and-white coloring of a lighthouse. Inside the room (you climb in through the balcony, drift in through the wispy white curtains), you see many large circular windows, a very tall ceiling, a small wooden floor, and a quaint bed covered in white sheets, and a very soft thin blue blanket. There's a wooden green night stand next to it, a small lantern atop it, about 5 books on the shelf. Inside the small drawer is a notebook and pen.
If you tug on the rope tucked under the bed, you'll see it's attached to a trap door space next to the bed, and you can just pull that up, and start climbing down the spiraling wooden staircase. You'll be back on the ground floor in no time. Three well behaved cats and the black lab will happily curl up with you on the green velvet sofa with all your very soft blankets and books. So will a tiny chihuahua, and if you hold very still, an African Grey and flock of 3 caiques and 3 cockatiels will come on out and hang out for a bit too and will not poop on anything. Out back through the sliding glass door of the kitchen is a huge yard, green grass, a view of mountains, and a few horses and goats who love to roam and frolick when they're not in the big red barn. Farther back is a tropical forest, protected and safe, with many friendly monkeys of all kinds, and parrots too.
It's a house of peace, cozy, quiet, old fashioned, antique, cute, whimsical, fun, funny, dark, scary, amazing thoughts. A nature loving, craft and art loving, love-loving, book loving, story centric, photography focused, bizarre part of the world, with some twists and turns, and creaks, and oddities. And perhaps it is all just a little bit unexpected. Or maybe it seems exactly right.
The house itself has modern wood beams, loads of big wide windows, and some small decorative ones too, a few with stained glass. Some beams are metal. there are high ceilings, a tall roof, a green roof with solar panels, and next to those solar panels, a quaint patio with a small round table and two red chairs. On the table is a plant and two white candles in glass holders with rocks at the bottom of the holders.
The main door of the house is large, with a porthole sized round window at the top, but it's difficult to see inside. It is made of heavy wooden beams, with iron decorations. the key is metal, long, old-fashioned and curliqued, and it takes a series of locks to undo in order to get inside. The welcome mat has hedgehogs illustrated on it. The door only unlocks and opens when it wants to.
When you walk in the house, there is a large round mirror on the wall straight ahead, a wide staircase to an upper level that curls up and to the right, a large light-color-carpeted livingroom to the left that contains comfortable, soft couches, a few arm chairs, and a lovely dark brown piano. The kitchen is beyond the livingroom, lots of plants line the marble counter tops. Appliances are bright colors, blue, green, maybe orange or yellow. A coffee maker, a mixer, a kettle. There are hand made pottery dishes in open, door-less cabinets, and a black glass-top stove. An old clock hangs on the wall. There is a lovely countertop with some barstools that are rarely used, and just on the other side of that, a dining area with wooden floors, and a sliding glass door. The room is filled with light. On top of the dining area's wooden floors sits a deep red wooden picnic table, topped with a blue bowl filled with fresh fruit. The lamps on the wall look like old fashioned streetlamps. There's ample counter space, a big deep white sink and the walls are painted a friendly pale yellow.
There's a sitting room, too, with another comfy couch and a tv. Soft blankets and throw pillows adorn it. This room is darker. This room has a fireplace, a ship in a bottle, an old hand carved chess set, and a large tv. Bookshelves line the walls, floor to ceiling, and are filled with many interesting books, a few plants, a camera, and framed photos and art.
There's a bathroom on this floor, too, because of course there is. Who wants to walk up or downstairs for a bathroom? The bathroom has seashells, light blue walls, distressed-wood-framed photos of ocean waves and coral, and a soft white shower curtain. Or maybe no shower curtain. It's a stall, with many jets on the walls and one of those big round shower heads that pours on you like a rainforest deluge.
Next to the bathroom door is another door. This one leads to a stairwell that takes you down mildly creaky steps to a room a level below that smells musty, in a good way. Like old record albums and grandma's kindness. This room is filled with vinyl records, an old player, atop an old record stand. There are windows that let lots of light in here too, just not as much as upstairs. Knitted striped scarves hang over soft cushy green chairs. There's a music stand and flute in the corner. A large black lab will have followed you down here. Even through your socks, you can feel how soft and squishy the carpet is. There's a large antique writing desk almost in the corner, and in the actual corner is a plant stand with a leafy friend sitting, absorbing the natural light, photosynthesizing.
Go out of this room, across the short hall, which is not carpeted, into another room, and the dog will follow you here too. This is something completely different. Large walls are covered in blue background paint, with many clouds, balloons, and hot air balloons, and rainbows, all painted across them. There are framed artistic portraits, photos of me, Homer, and friends, on amusement park rides, framed printouts of excellent quotes in interesting fonts. There are at least 3 huge bean bag chairs on the carpet, and colorful cushions, and mats. The moment you walk in you want to laugh or do a somersault or both. There's a trampoline, and it's fun to bounce. There's a dressup corner with feather boas and goofy sunglasses on the wall. There's a mirror with orange swirly edges, so you can see yourself smile.
There's a door that you can't really see, you just have to know where the outline is in the blue, a bit camouflaged. If you press it, it opens, and the room you enter is dark. There are paintings of red lips and vampire teeth. You're pretty sure a vampire lives here, actually. Where's the coffin? The walls are dark lace patterns on a rich shiny amber colored background, and there are maroon curtains hanging in various places. But no windows. There's an aquarium with a tarantula. Bats hang from the ceiling. There is an arm chair, sleek, shiny leather. A few skeletons and skulls sit on floating shelves on the wall, and inside an old mahogany curio cabinet. There are bottles whose insides shimmer.
If you look closely, there's a black steel ladder against the back wall. Climb, and you may climb all the way to the roof, which has green moss growing over most of it, and a hot air balloon parked next to the chimney, as well as the aforementioned solar panels and tiny dining patio. If you climb back down, you'll come to a tower that is the shape and size and striped black-and-white coloring of a lighthouse. Inside the room (you climb in through the balcony, drift in through the wispy white curtains), you see many large circular windows, a very tall ceiling, a small wooden floor, and a quaint bed covered in white sheets, and a very soft thin blue blanket. There's a wooden green night stand next to it, a small lantern atop it, about 5 books on the shelf. Inside the small drawer is a notebook and pen.
If you tug on the rope tucked under the bed, you'll see it's attached to a trap door space next to the bed, and you can just pull that up, and start climbing down the spiraling wooden staircase. You'll be back on the ground floor in no time. Three well behaved cats and the black lab will happily curl up with you on the green velvet sofa with all your very soft blankets and books. So will a tiny chihuahua, and if you hold very still, an African Grey and flock of 3 caiques and 3 cockatiels will come on out and hang out for a bit too and will not poop on anything. Out back through the sliding glass door of the kitchen is a huge yard, green grass, a view of mountains, and a few horses and goats who love to roam and frolick when they're not in the big red barn. Farther back is a tropical forest, protected and safe, with many friendly monkeys of all kinds, and parrots too.
It's a house of peace, cozy, quiet, old fashioned, antique, cute, whimsical, fun, funny, dark, scary, amazing thoughts. A nature loving, craft and art loving, love-loving, book loving, story centric, photography focused, bizarre part of the world, with some twists and turns, and creaks, and oddities. And perhaps it is all just a little bit unexpected. Or maybe it seems exactly right.