I sometimes have dreams of beadboard and tiling.

In Seattle in the Capitol Hill neighborhood; once you have wandered past the semi-empty store-fronts of Broadway and all those hipsters (with their terribly cultivated hair-dos that look askew in just the right way to suggest that they don't care but they do enough to spend a great deal of money on hair-product) you come to a number of beautiful older homes where older money usually resides. All right so mostly there isn't old money living there now, but once upon a time they did. Usually near Volunteer Park, (a great conservatory and a place to have anonymous sex in the bushes. Cacti and cruising all in one place!!!) you see these enormous old homes with equally beautiful old trees which shade them so lovingly in the Summer. It is a wonderful place to walk around if you like late 19th century/early 20th century American architecture. These were homes that were built for families and their domestics. Now they are mostly inhabited by a small family. An upper-middle class couple and their highly prized children; Hannah-Alexis, (one name) Fenton, (a brief foray into reviving old family names) and Ryan Madison (adopted daughter from overseas). They have a woman to come in and clean once a week and they do a Nanny-share. (the children absolutely adore Lupe) In some ways not much has changed in a 100 years in these homes. The wife does some volunteer work on the side. (something vaguely having to do with the poor, but not actually dealing with the poor on a daily basis) and the husband does something that causes him stress (so he retreats to small rooms where he gambles on line or has several fantasy football/baseball leagues he is part of) Now let's peak in their house.
( Yes let's! )