Eight years ago, a pair of blind idiots dewy-eyed lovers took up residence in a little house in need of demolition some serious TLC.
The original portion had been built in the mid-‘40s, with an addition added on in the mid-‘50s that doubled the square footage to a luxurious 852 feet.
A veritable palace, people. A historical landmark. A…okay, let’s not get carried away with it. Ahem.
It had two bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen, living and dining rooms, plus a detached one car garage with a storage room at the back.
The backyard was ‘fenced’ with a combination of falling down, rotting wood and rusty, disintegrating wire.
Let’s just say that the hardwood floors were covered with orange shag carpeting over burlap ‘padding’ and leave it at that, shall we?
It was a disaster a challenge.
We’re dopes. We took it up.
And well…it got out of hand.
Oh dear, I can just imagine a renovators nightmare, er, vision about to come true. Orange shag!!! Ugh
You know it! =)
Wow! I have been gone too long. I need to come see what you have done. Didn’t know that you got a new vehicle either. Was I asleep or what?
You can come for brisket! =)