Cars, boats, gated communities and suburban enclaves - our culture has long named its vehicles and places. Why should an everyday home be any exception?
A bit of Mint Grandma lore: Originally owned by a lady named Ethel, her original aluminum awnings and perky color practically named itself. Today, the front door is a turquoisey homage to the original but its search for a name continues.
Does your home have a history, color or look that demanded to be named?