6 years ago my husband and I discovered the home we now own. I say discovered because the small for sale sign led us down a gravel road, past several homes, and through a wall of trees that opened up to a gorgeous piece of property with a two-story home sitting on it. We instantly fell in love with the property and knew we had to have it.
We met a real estate agent the next day for our first peek at the interior. I was armed with my camera but was so ... eh..... surprised by the decor that I didn't take any pictures. These pics are from a follow-up visit.
The living room, when you first come in.
Now you're starting to see what I was talking about!
The dining room, across from the living room.
No need to adjust your monitor - that's really burnt orange.
The stairs, wrapped in red shag.
The master bedroom, also done in red shag (how lucky can a girl get!)
This was the 62 year-old owner's bedroom.
The great room/kitchen
If I wasn't married to a contractor, I don't think I could have imagined buying this house. Luckily for us, most people seemed to feel the same way, and we bought it for a steal. We've done an incredible amount of work on the house, gutting and replacing rooms one by one. I'll be posting lots of pics of our progress, and, I'm sure, a few rants about what still needs to be done. It's hard to appreciate how the house looks now though without a view of the before pics.
Oh, and in case anyone is wondering, there is currently
no shag carpet in my house, despite my teenager's protests that you just can't buy shag carpet anymore.
