Homeowners-in-Training

We started tentatively shopping for the house this weekend!  Yesterday, after Bruce got home from work, we went to an appliance store and walked around.  It was fun imagining this new fridge or that new stove. 

 

Today we went to a huge hardware store that we've frequented before.  This time, everything emerged around us in a new light. 

 

"Let's go see how much his-and-her sinks would cost us," Bruce suggested. 

 

I turned to stare at this man, to whom I have been married for almost four years.  He seemed taller; I was acutely aware of how handsome he is.  I think I blushed a little. 

 

"What?" He laughed.  "I think we can do a lot of the home improvement stuff ourselves."

 

My parents are serious do-ers.  I grew up watching This Old House with Bob Vila.  There was always a Do-It-Yourself book laying around.  I always wanted a man who could work with his hands.  Bruce's family was always more of the why-do-it-when-we-can-pay-someone mentality.  Over the years, Bruce has become more handy, but I never thought he'd be up for big projects.

 

'Homeowner' looks damn sexy on him.

 

Lavender for Emmie's room, green for ours.

We strolled around, checking the prices on locks, discussing what style cabinet handles we liked, comparing lawnmowers. We chatted with the paint mixing lady about chalkboard paint. 

 

We were positively giddy!  Soon, we are going to have a place to call our own.  It sounds so good, it almost doesn't feel real. But soon enough, it will be!