Perhaps you are thinking I have designs on a certain man, a new swishy skirt or that classy black suit on sale. It is possible that all three are correct. But none are quite attainable at this point.
About 80 acres of land complete with luscious creek and wildlife sits across from our home. We have noticed lots of work on the land in the last few months and we, along with our neighbors, have been increasingly worried that a new mobile home park might pop up. After all, we live in South Carolina. The value of all the homes would diminish in one quick swoop and the next thing we’d expect is trashy women prancing along the street and dirty barefoot children scampering around. That theory is based on the observance of every other mobile home park in the area.
In spite of this threat, we have hoped and wished that something snazzy might be in the works. I found out this morning that the classiest neighborhood in the city is moving in on that land. Thus, the value of our home and everyone else’s will sky rocket. That is quite nice but not that big a deal.
I mentioned that I have designs. At some point in the future, I am going to inherit our home. I do love to tease my parents about moving out as soon as possible or imminent death. They laugh and give me mistrusting looks when I offer them something to eat. I’ve been asked to try something first on more than one occasion. It is all jolly fun. My dream is to turn this place into either an upscale restaurant or a Victorian bed & breakfast. I’m leaning toward the restaurant idea.
A white baby grand player piano would adorn the foyer…sprinkling out waltzes. Vivid satin ties would pull the sheer gauzy curtains away from the windows. An Internet café, coffee bar, and piano bar would complete the ensemble. Breakfast and lunch would be served daily. Fresh tulips would grace each tiny white embroidered tablecloth with their fragrance and color. Black and white pictures, capturing moments of laughter and love, would be interspersed throughout the restaurant. Petit fore cakes, crumpets dusted with chocolate, and apple charlotte perched on a crystal cake stand. Glamour would abound.
And I would be the hostess. With red lipstick.