I loved this article in today's New York Times Home section about super deluxe playhouses. We have an adorable playhouse in our yard that arrived on the back of a truck, from Virginia, courtesy of my fab in-laws. Ceci loves it. So does every other child who comes over to play. And as much as I love our playhouse and think it is all kinds of adorable, these houses take things to a whole other level.
Take this one for example:
Photo courtesy of NYTimes.com
It's a two-story, 170-square foot Cape Cod that features a 32-inch flat screen in the upstairs living room (complete with mini couches and chairs), stainless steel working sink and fridge/freezer combo in the kitchen (stocked with juiceboxes and popsicles, naturally) and vaulted ceilings. In Manhattan this place would rent for $1700/month, not including utilities. (No joke, when I lived in Manhattan I had a friend who rented a 100 square foot studio with a tiny window that looked out at a dingy brick wall. The place could've easily doubled as crack den set in an episode of Law & Order. She paid $1100/month. Location, location, location. Or something.)