Homes are still like Art...

They are never finished, and it takes a lot of effort to make them look pretty. Several posts back, I made this same analogy, and I found myself repeating it quite often this past week. Prior to our house hunting trip last year, we were debating purchasing one of the smaller historic Victorian homes in town. Seeing how much work our current home has become (and it is only 15 years old), I am glad that we passed on the cute, lovely, one-of-a-kind, quaint Victorian money pits.

As much character as they have, they also carry with them the promise of eating my bank account alive. It's unbelievable how much small items cost when fixing up a home. Of course, if you are unfortunate enough (like me) to have purchased a home that was apparently built (or modified) by imbeciles, it makes it that much more fun.

I'm becoming accustomed to the idea of having to completely rewire anything in the home that I update that is electrical, for instance. The electrician who installed our wiring and fixtures was either in a time pinch or lacking some brain cells.