Hello Angels

I spent most of my childhood either without a television at all or, when I was a little older, limited access to the television in my parents' room.

On one hand I probably couldn't have handled any more than I did see - Land of the Lost scared me so badly that I spent nights for several years worrying that my room would somehow detach from the rest of the house to fly off to the land of the Sleestak. My biggest concern, and by concern I mean I could work myself up to tears, was that I would have to live without my mother. Knowing the stupid show scared me, every Friday night I would tape up a note that said, "Lissa, don't watch Land of the Lost." But when Saturday morning rolled around, like a little junkie, I crumpled the note, watched the show then spent the next week wide-eyed and sleepless with a whole new set of scenarios that could separate me from my house and mother, vowing to never watch again.

On the other hand, if I had access to more television during the late 1970s I would have known much sooner what I really want to do with my life; I could have studied karate, mastered several languages, learned to drive a racecar and most importantly, done enough crunches to achieve truly cut, rock-hard abs in order to don my hip huggers. You see, I saw a movie this weekend and finally I know what I want to be when I grow up - an Angel, as in Charlie's Angels. I want to run in high heels, kick ass, be a supercrimefighter and look fabulous. Mostly I just want to look fabulous.

People respond to good packaging. It didn't exactly hurt the Angels. And right here in Kentucky our Miss America got herself a government worker to the tune of $50G just for looking good.

In ancient times physical beauty equaled superior virtue. So it is with houses; a house that looks good usually is good. Or anyway it is most likely in good repair. Such is the case in Shelby and Mark Williamson's red brick bungalow on Suburban Court.

Viewed from the curb, the ship-shape tiny house commands the street with its impeccably neat facade, straight roofline, and bright yellow mums.

They have repaired both the seen and the unseen. They replaced the furnace and air-conditioning, the kitchen appliances and cabinets. Shelby's father built a new mantle for the living room's fireplace and constructed the built-in cabinets flanking it. The cabinets both highlight the classic lines of the mantle and provide much needed storage space.

The 1089 square-foot house feels much bigger than it is because large doorways lead from one room to the next, creating a feeling of openness, and nine-foot ceilings offer vertical space. The Williamsons have chosen colors that further open up the spaces, such as the terra cotta of the living room and the yellow and white stripes of the kitchen. By using bold colors and massive furniture more commonly found in larger homes, Shelby gives visual clues that intimate a much bigger space leaving one feeling that the house can accommodate quite a bit.

Shelby says the deck that she, Mark, and her father built also adds living space to the house, particularly when entertaining. As with everything in the house, the deck is both well built and attractive with its benches, lattice, and stained wood. It offers the perfect spot for reading the paper on Sunday morning or cocktails on Saturday night.

Should they decide to invite me over anytime soon, I have already chosen my outfit: an off-the-shoulder gold cheerleader-tight sweater, low-rider jeans, my high-heeled boots and Sophia Loren shades. Lookin' good.


111 Suburban Court


1089 square feet

2 bedrooms, 1 bath

Contact Shelby or Mark Williamson 277-7111

If you have a unique or interesting house for sale contact Lissa Sims at lsims@aceweekly.com.