Maybe you've heard the good news. Housing prices are finally going up where we come from. Sure, that's sweet relief for owners, especially selling owners, and not so much to sing about for buyers. But it's especially good news for crazy folks, yours truly included.
Why? Apparently, should I ever decide to sell, I'll need a tidy price cushion to protect me from my misguided self. Or so I've been told, albeit not exactly directly, as I continue to entertain my little pie-eyed flights of home-improvement fancy.
The latest? I want a red sink. Is that so bad?
Admittedly, I didn't even know red sinks really existed until I did what I'm wont to do and typed the words "cool" and "different" into the search bar next to "sink" while pondering yet another million-dollar question: If I replace my countertops, which I really, really want to do now that I've replaced my floor, do I want to do what most people do, which is also replace the sink?
If you're answering for me, you should know the only offense my existing sink has ever committed is acquiring a few permanent scratches, a risk you run with basic stainless steel. But you also should know (and I'm sure you already do) that if I stick with the old sink I might be stuck with it for years because I'll have its exact dimensions cut into the new countertop.
No-brainer, right? That's what I thought, except I can't really see putting in something new that looks so much like something old.
Hence, the red acrylic sink. It grabbed me on visuals alone, sure, but I also felt ready to commit after learning the cons of pretty much every other material of which modern sinks are made today.
Next step? Put it to my advisory board, my nearest and dearest, whose reactions were less than I'd hoped for but not as bad as I expected. The best I got was a supportive "why not?" The worst was "not as bad as the alternative but not good for resale."
Pish. Again with the resale business. What if I live in this house until I am 99.9? I asked. And I just might!
"Then enjoy your red sink" was essentially my answer because, again, better than the alternative, which was … drumroll please …
Budget-priced laminate countertops from a Wilsonart line called "indie," because "sometimes you just want to make a mark." I'm listening, said I to my computer with outright glee.
So yeah, I got positively giddy over some of the tops: swirly and in colors like "poodle pink" or patterned and sporting wavy stripes, parchment flowers and even popcorn. Kernels were painted right into the countertop!
Enter the killjoys, who tried to bring me back into neutral territory, telling me I express myself well enough through my "unusual" choices in accoutrements.
I don't know what they're talking about.
My cherry-red stand mixer is hardly revolutionary these days, my yellow coffeepot hasn't been heard from since I joined the Keurig cult, and, only weeks after I finally bought a new (and boring) microwave, I stumbled upon a cube-shaped, retro-orange model that still shows up in my dreams.
Oh, and now that I own three slow-cookers, none of which exactly lights up my life, they start making them in lime green and punchy purple and all kinds of other cool colors. Figures. (See Target's Bella Dots line.)
Neutral schmeutral. Not for me. If you can't live on the edge …
My friends and beloved may be smarter than I am and more real-estate savvy. But you know what? Sometimes I just want to give them a hot-pink crockpot and a hug.
Reach Sandra Snyder, the editor of At Home, at 831-7383 or firstname.lastname@example.org.