Yes, that was me at the end of your local expressway off ramp this morning with the above hand lettered sign. Gathering spare change for the house of my dreams. Because one of my most favorite houses in Detroit is for sale. Here is what the real estate listing says:
The Oscar Webber Mansion. (Really, they had me at “mansion.”) Former Junior League Show House. ( I could do Junior League. Sure I could. Can I wear sweats?) Truly one of a kind, perhaps the most renown home of Grosse Pointe. (Grosse Point? Maybe John Cusack would come back to do Grosse Pointe Blank 2: The Search for Elizabeth, and there I would be!) Old World charm, character & beauty abounds this magnificent English Tudor. (Again, English and Tudor, in the same sentence–be still my foolish heart!) Third floor ballroom with full kitchen, elevator, all baths, multiple fireplaces, impeccably maintained. (Ballroom? Did I just die and go to heaven?)
Check out the wonderful walled garden, that I totally trespassed and risked arrest to take a picture of:
Don’t you think this is the perfect house for a romance author? I do. That is until I realized I would have to sell like 5 million books to even start looking at it.
And if these pics aren’t enough, take the virtual tour, right here. I especially like the part about the third floor ballroom. I SO need a ballroom. And if I sell, like several million books and realize my dream of owning this “renown house”, I would invite all of you over for a ball. Or a soiree. Or maybe a masquerade. Maybe I could drum up a duke or two to invite as well.
Now you may scoff, but not far from my little Tudor dream, is another house I like to call Pemberly. I’m of the opinion that it is very likely I might find a duke inside this one. Of course, my DH just popped his head in my office, read all this, and laughingly tells me this Michigan version of Pemberly is not owned by a duke, not even Motown royalty, but a man who made his fortune hauling garbage.
The search for the Duke of Detroit continues . . .