The house, which I'm beginning to allow an emotional attachment to (especially after today), passed the home inspection with only minor glitches. Since the structure is 84 years old, that's not too shabby. We had a camera inspection of the plumbing out to the street and while not as clean as the colon of a human who consumed a gallon of golytely, there were no obstructions. The glitches were mainly electrical and require only minor fixes. Somebody, and not this particular investor, used the wrong outlets (three prong) for outlets that should be two pronged. We're asking the seller to fix all of this and one problem with the hot water heater release valve. All in all, it's a great house.
Though I didn't take a photo of my yarn room, the picture of it is firmly affixed in my mind. The room is about 100 square feet with two windows on the northern exposure and has two large walk in spaces for storage. A little TV, my IPOD, an ergonomic chair or two, locks for the door and I'll be good to go up there. I'm stalking sites for decorative storage solutions and plan a trip to Ikea, soon. Target has those cute little Itso storage options, but Ikea may have more.
Because of mortgage requirements on a house that's being flipped for investment purposes, we can't close until the beginning of March, but that's right around the corner.
I'm dreading another move in such a short time, but at least this time, it'll be my own home...a place where I can hang what I please on my walls and look at dog scratched hardwood and take it all in with a grain of salt.
But first it needs a gate.