Could it be?
[cue the Hallelujah chorus]
I didn’t want to say anything until the ink was dry – heck, until the ink was set for a couple of weeks, because I didn’t want to jinx it.
It happened again. The buyers of our old house walked. This is the third time. Maybe the fourth – I’ve lost count.
At first I was mad, then I was depressed, now I feel a bit relieved that things worked out the way they did.
I can go through the whole litany of unreasonable inspection items the buyers demanded we fix or pay for, (which we refused outright) but that will only make me angry again. And right now I feel a strange sense of….. peace? Destiny? I don’t know what to call it.
Freaking out just a little right now.
The very day I arrived for my summer vacation in Canada, we got an offer on our house in Colorado. Wouldn’t ya know it.
This posed a problem because I am up here in Canada and not down there in Colorado to find a place, pack, etc., etc.
So we countered back hard – full price and no concessions. Close at the very end of August.
Why none other than a historic state of Colorado prostitution license!
No, it’s not an original – these are just copies – but I loved the way the prostitution license was put together with a Victorian Boudoir photograph and a copy of a $5 silver certificate.
The license was issued March 10, 1891 for a Ms. Laura Belle…
I love finding unusual historic things for my walls – especially with a local connection. It’s part of my ‘keeping it real’ approach to decorating.