This morning on Drudge I saw this article: "At $250 million, Los Angeles home most expensive listed in U.S."
I watched, mouth agape, at the video tour of this enormous 38,000 square-foot mansion in Bel Air, California. The structure sports "12 bedroom suites, 21 bathrooms, five bars, three gourmet kitchens, a spa and an 85-foot infinity swimming pool with stunning views of Los Angeles. There's also a 40-seat movie theater, a bowling alley, and a fleet of exotic and vintage cars worth $30 million."
According to the developer, "only 3,000 people in the world could afford to buy it."
And yet ironically, assuming a buyer is found, the house will likely be home to a smallish family or even a childless couple (not counting whatever servants are necessary to keep such a place running). In other words, just two or three or four people will be rattling around in this enormous house, while 99 percent of the time, 99 percent of the spaces will be unoccupied.
Why would someone want this?
I suppose it's a matter of "different strokes for different folks," but it seems kinda pointless to have a house that's so enormous, you can literally lose your children.
Meanwhile I find myself trolling photos of "primitive" home interiors which, personally, I find much more appealing.
Say what you will about this kind of home, you won't get lost in it.
Yep, different strokes.
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Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
The evolution of a farmhouse table
We salvaged our kitchen table many years ago from the dump. Apparently it used to be a schoolroom table, and shortly after we were married my husband came upon some people who were crushing dozens of tables. I can't imagine why they didn't sell them instead - our table must weigh fifty or sixty pounds and is solid as a rock.
At any rate, here's what this table sees in a typical week:

Messy jobs like cutting up beef fat to make tallow:

Clean jobs like folding clothes:

Schoolwork:

Dinner:

Breakfast biscuits:

Fresh-baked sugar cookies:

A friend's puzzle:

Gluing handles on tankards to fill an order:

Tea with a friend:

General daily chaos:
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The sun shining through glass candlesticks.

Our morning wake-up beverages.

Taxes, ug.

Making apple pies.

Chicken turnovers.

I'll add more photos as our table evolves.
At any rate, here's what this table sees in a typical week:
Messy jobs like cutting up beef fat to make tallow:
Clean jobs like folding clothes:
Schoolwork:
Dinner:
Breakfast biscuits:
Fresh-baked sugar cookies:
A friend's puzzle:
Gluing handles on tankards to fill an order:
Tea with a friend:
General daily chaos:
The sun shining through glass candlesticks.
Our morning wake-up beverages.
Taxes, ug.
Making apple pies.
Chicken turnovers.
I'll add more photos as our table evolves.
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