A PURPLE COAT AND OTHER WHITE LIESPosted: January 14, 2014
If you follow me on twitter or if you simply follow me, you know I am recently home from a ski vacation in Idaho. While visiting I did more than the slopes; I also conducted a search for a vacation home there in paradise. Location, location, location.
I found and fell in love with a “vintage 1920s cabin nestled in the woods. Breath-taking views of the Lower Payette Lake. Heartwarming charm, character and coziness. A must-see before it’s gone……….”
The place was close to but not perfect. Thus I decided it best I meet with the owner, who also owns a booming casino in Nevada and stately homes scattered about the country. Upon hearing at the local diner that said owner was in town, I instructed my agent to contact hers. A date was set for coffee at “Uncommon Grounds”.
The morning of our date owner, whom we will call Trixie* phoned me to finalize arrangements.
“What do you look like?” Trixie inquires.
“Well, all I can tell you is I will be wearing a purple ski coat”, I reply.
“Super! Trixie exclaims. “See you there at 11:30!!
Excited, I jump in the shower, blow my hair into a style, don a smart black and white outfit, then decide
against the purple jacket. Instead I choose a simple white ,down number with a cozy yet practical hood.
Once at “Uncommon Grounds” I wait for Trixie to show. All I know is she will be a single woman/all alone. (Everyone else in the café has a friend or two sipping with them.)
At approximately 11:32 a.m. in walks Trixie—a tall blonde with BIG hair who looks more like a Texan than an Idaho-un. She is very well groomed.
As I leap up to greet her, the owner of the vacation home of my dreams barks at me.
“YOU’RE NOT WEARING A PURPLE COAT!!!!”
*name changed to protect owner of perfect vintage cabin nestled in the woods…