Saturday, January 31, 2009
I love to go on house tours. As an ambulance volunteer I'm able to go into many houses here, from the most humble 2-room shacks to the most grand ocean-view mansions, but on those occasions I'm not able to really look around. House tours, however, give me the ability to walk around and see the luxurious way that some people live on the East End, and it is something to see. I have to say that of all the things I covet in those beautiful big houses, what I most wish I had myself is a wonderful, "escape" bedroom.
Here's my problem: since we've been married we've never had enough storage space, beginning with the tiny house we rented as newlyweds to our home now where we've been for nearly thirty years. I love this house, but it was built in the 1920s when wardrobes were spartan and possessions few. Tiny little bedroom closets and no additional storage anywhere makes it a nightmare for the excesses of today. We get water in our basement, so that's no place to store anything, and the attic is accessed through a pull-down staircase. Finding places to put things is always an issue and the result is that our bedroom, which is the one room I trust the public will never have access to, is lined with storage boxes piled one upon the other, filled with wrapping paper, pre-bought gifts, extra blankets and pillows, and other things there there is no place else for. It's far removed from what I would term a "retreat" because anytime I look around I feel a bit claustrophobic and I'm reminded of what a mess it is.
But the bedrooms on those house tours! Oh they are marvels of space and luxury. They have wonderful little sitting areas for watching TV and sitting in front of the mandatory fireplace. They drip with luxurious fabrics which cover the windows and all the furniture. Beautiful fur throws drape across the always present benches that sit at the end of the bed, where wealthy people get to sit to put their shoes on - instead of messing up the bedspread by sitting in the edge like we do. It's absolutely heaven.
And of course there's the adjoining bathroom, which also screams relaxation and comfort. They're large enough to have upholstered chairs siting beside soaking tubs, so one never has to stand to dry one's hair. And there are huge showers with shower heads that mimic an Amazon rain forest. Ah, the glory of it all!
But I think the thing I most envy when I walk through those bedrooms and bathrooms is the knowledge that whomever inhabits them never has to pick up a toilet brush or scour a dirty sink. How much easier would it be to adore our spouses if we didn't have to see the results of their annoying habits - or clean up after them!
So there you go. My previously undisclosed secret dream is in print. I'd give anything for a luxurious, comfortable, beautiful bedroom retreat. But ultimately I'm perfectly content with what I have.