As I mentioned before, my husband and I bought a 100-year-old house last year. (In 2011 not a year ago.) Upon first seeing it, he fell completely and hopelessly in love.
I did not.
My initial reaction was, “This house? You want THIS house? Of all the houses we’ve looked at… you want this one?”
But he convinced me it could be made beautiful, and wonderful, and that it was his dream. My husband is a contractor who does lovely remodeling work.
So we bought it.
complete with wooden paneling and green carpet that I think had been there since the days of Adam.
I wish I could tell you that, that gorgeous long leaf pine floor is the real floor. However, that’s the sub floor. We plan on keeping this room, however the rest of the house will need re-flooring. It makes me want to cry to think about covering it though.
We work on it all the Sundays and other days we can.
Sometimes even Little Man comes. Granted, he has to stay outside the whole time.
Lead paint being a big reason why.
Did I mention this house has 11 foot ceilings? It’s huge.
It was originally a school-house, we haven’t figured out which or where yet, that was added onto and moved into the neighborhood. Possibly moved first and then added onto. Whatever seems most logical to you. :p
This was the view from the living room looking into the kitchen. The doorway beyond that is the bathroom. This has drastically changed, but we’ll post those changes tomorrow. 😉
The kitchen scared me.
The bathroom did too.
But I have faith in my husband.
And I shall have to show you his amazing progress tomorrow. Hopefully in video form.
It’s pretty awesome.
About as awesome as adorable, sleeping babies.