I may have reached a new level of crazy today.  Maybe it is working out of my home now or maybe it is something deeper – something that may require medication beyond a good bottle of Riesling.  I’m obsessed with house projects lately.  Case in point – yesterday morning.  Normal morning that exemplifies the time honored struggle between todder time and mommy time.  Yesterday morning – toddler time won so we were running late.  As we rushed off to daycare, we came to the four way stop a block from our house.

Whenever I reach this stop, I always look at the house on the corner because 1) it is in my line of site and 2) they have the same house plan as ours and I’m always trying to catch a peak into the windows to see how they decorated the same foot print. Yesterday morning, there were cute worker boys climbing a ladder up to the roof our twin house.  I had to look.  Curious, I just filed that away and went back to singing some version of a Wiggles Remix.

Fast forward to today…didn’t think much of the drive.  Came to the four way stop and something was different.  At the twin house there was a filled dumpster and no more chimney.  My heart started to race….could they have gotten rid of their terrible fireplace with random kitchen grill?  My head started to explode.  Let me take you back.

This is the fireplace/grill/bain of my existence we have currently….

From the kitchen when we moved in...blegh

from the other side....

We tried…we painted and tried to make it an architectural feature….

From the kitchen - after or good enough ish...

from the den side...again..better but not awesome

The idea of the house cutting open concept killing “feature” being gone from the kitchen/den had me so excited! This means I could have an open concept kitchen/living room like these from my dreams:

 
 
So, what is a normal girl to do?  Well this girl – aka 16 year old boy crazy stalker stuck in a 30ish year old obsessive diyer’s body – I waited till it was dark and drove by – really slowly – to see if I could look in the back window through the kitchen to see if I could see through to the den.  Oh, yeah – and then I called the random strangers house and told them who I was, where I lived, and how excited I was to see their chimney gone and could they call me back because I had some questions oh and sorry if this was creepy.

No call back yet.  Wonder why?