Yep, you read that right. Maybe you’ve already caught a few glimpses of the chaos on my Instagram Stories, but in case you haven’t heard, The Boy flooded the basement in new house. Yep, the one we JUST bought. He filled the sink in our laundry room and walked away to get coffee with the water running. I love a man who likes whites bright, and God bless him for being one of those guys who can do their own laundry, but he made one giant mistake. After filling his coffee cup, the sink wasn’t totally full, so he decided to check his work email…just really quick. I mean, how many times have you done that, right? Fast forward 30 minutes later, and my phone was ringing.
When you buy a new old house there are so many issues that can pop up. Ours is not old, old…like Victorian old. I mean, let’s face it. The Boy would never let me buy a structure with leaded windows, a wood burning furnace, turret, spiral staircase, or parlor room. In fact, when I suggested we look at one, he laughed and exclaimed, “Do you know just how many electrical issues are in a home like that Kyla?!?!” It was a hard no.
So today is kind of a historic slash epic slash one-of-a-kind slash ain’t never gonna happen again so you better read this kinda blog post. I’m normally the anti-Valentine’s Day gal, but when the fabulous Claire Brody asked if I’d like to have The Boy take part in a little Q&A Valentine’s Day fun, I was all in…errrr, I mean, The Boy was all in. At least I hoped he was. Technically I hadn’t asked him when I committed to a yes.
Although The Boy is super supportive of my bloggery ways, he really doesn’t like to participate in HOH much…unless he’s hanging something, fixing something, being dragged to a flea market or vintage store, or whipping out a credit card for me…even then I don’t think he “likes” it all that much. And he’s definitely totally okay with being behind the scenes. That is until today. Before I hand over my precious, I’m going to give you all fair warning. The Boy has a potty mouth. If you can’t handle a cuss word here and there, please close your browser now. If you like reading silliness and dry humor narrated by a curmudgeon with the mouth of a sailor, read on folks and enjoy.
Woah! Dude! Where on Earth have you been? Are you alive? Are you still blogging? WTH? Well, shizzz just got real you guys! House Of Hipsters is moving…like we are packing everything up in boxes and gettin’ along little doggies, we’re outta here. What am I talking about? Confused? Here’s the deets.
Last summer, The Boy sent me a listing for an over the top Mid Century Modern home, in our price range, in a sweet area. The house was, hmmm…how do I say this? Not good. In fact, I think my exact words were, “This place is MCM overload.” Apparently there was something as too much MCM. The kiddos were napping so I poked around a bit more. Low and behold, I hit the motherload! The house I knew had to be mine. Open concept, Mid Century Modern, glass panels for rails on the stairs, totally impractical and scream, “money pit”. Yup, I had to have it.
If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to be married to a blogger or Instagrammer, here is a little ditty that you need to watch. Instagram Husband summed it up perfectly in this totally hilarious video. If you or someone your know is an Instagram Husband, please share this link with him to help him know he’s not alone. “Behind every cute girl on Instagram is a guy like me, and a brick wall.” Give him a hug. A kiss on the cheek. Instagram husbands, you are appreciated! Just don’t drink the coffee prior to Instagramming and always be prepared for a good shoefie. And with that, I’m just going to leave this right here. Enjoy!