I went to the estate sale at that house last summer, and I didn't think it was scary. It was very much a time capsule of late 60s/early 70s OC. I spent a long time walking around and studying all the details left behind, like a Re-elect Nixon sticker stuck in a bedroom closet. I kind of enjoyed soaking in the atmosphere because the house reminded me of my parents' friends' houses when I was very young. Felt like finding something long lost.
I didn't realize the square footage was so large; guess because the sale was packed with people and sale items. Maybe it seems scary when it's not full of people. It did feel like there should have been another bedroom. The public areas of the house are vast--good party spaces.
Those old kitchen cabinets looked to be in good condition, but the aisle around the island felt narrow (again, crowded that day). There was white terrazzo flooring around the house in good condition too. There is a little room between the kitchen and side yard that has a pantry, a built-in desk, and laundry. Oh man, that room really took me back. That was a woman's home office pre-PC. Lots of yellow.
I don't know why the house affected me so much, but I wished I could bottle some part of it and take it with me. Contented myself with a bolt of fabric left behind by the former lady of the house. She also left some 70s shopping receipts. She liked hats and purses and shopped at I. Magnin.
