The dream house with the tragic flaw . . .
There's always one. Maybe more than one. But one that is really special. It's the coziest thing you ever saw, or the most glamorous, or the most architecturally wondrous, or it would be just perfect for you and yours. You imagine how you'll decorate it, and what you'll do with the yard, and the parties and family gatherings it will invite. You drive past it and wonder what it would be like, if only . . . It didn't back up to the new interstate; if it werent wedged between those two shabby apartment buildings from the zoning-unaware 1970s; if they hadn't built the new Jack-in-the-Box right behind it; if it weren't another ten miles past the farthest flung exurb you said you'd ever condescend to inhabit.
Please tell me you have one, too. And share it with us here. The first step is admitting you have a problem. And this is mine: 3,700 square feet of sheer MCM glam and joy, complete with atrium, wet bar, a den that could easily host the Sterling, Cooper, Draper, Pryce Christmas party, and a kidney- shaped pool with diving board. Still in the hands of the original owners, who are ready to part with it at last. Unfortunately it sits in a little oasis of a neighborhood in one of the roughest areas of town. we lived in this town before, and things there just won't get better. At least not in time for this house, or for us. But it's nice to dream, isn't it?
Here is a link that might be useful: Wondrous, tragically flawed dream home