Back to the 'splainin board cuz it's evident from yesterday's comments and emails that quite a few people are scratching their heads at our rental lifestyle...
From our
li'l Farmington estate cottage during the Med School years in C'ville, through our G'town
weensie but cute condo stint, to our current 70's furnished, vertical blinds and 30 year old stained carpet beach house digs, Babe and I have made a conscious decision to rent...
We are big believers in prioritizing and, throughout our marriage, have seamlessly worked as a team keeping our priorities aligned...
And, while we have dreams of someday owning and having me
break the bank decorating something all ours, we understand that if
that is what we made our priority in the short term,
that is what we would get...
Sooo, when I ran out of my pretty Preppy Cards
mailing labels back in December, I didn't place a reorder solely for one reason; if our
goal was for Babe to make a career move and land his dream job but, I was
planning on living here at the beach long enough to utilize all these labels, my thoughts and actions weren't aligned.
Capiche?Now you know...as we begin our search for yet another estate cottage/carriage house
(use of the tennis courts and pool always welcome!) in Greenwich it's cuz we've got
Gin Lane bigger fish to fry...
Disclaimer: Sorry for any confusion in yesterday's post but the house pic'd was the Greenwich home and front door of my good friend Dorli whose father said, "whoooo??? NO!" SLAMMMMM!!! when Billy Joel's peeps came a callin'...
Kindness of Babe for not breaking out in a cold sweat as he sneaks a 9pm West Coast time peek at today's post and sees me revealing a trade secret in my 70's, free love, Kelly Killoren Bensimon-ish, uncomfortable for his buttoned-up self way. Love you Babe! Hurry home to me, Pilge and Lolls here at the commune...XXOO