I live in a wonderfully terrible turn of the century farmhouse, wonderful for the practical simplicity & old-time charm, terrible for the upkeep and drafts. If you live in an older home you know exactly what I mean.
I don’t think there is a straight wall in my house…rest assured it is solid & strong, but truly built by hand…the only power tools used were people driven. I have spindly winding stairs off the main floor bath that lead down to a limestone basement. I have creepy crawl spaces, where we are finding never-ending surprises. (we actually found somebody’s porno stash in one of the basement walls!)
I have wallpaper from the 30s lining all my closets, when we moved in we found birds eye maple floors under the orange shag dog carpet. Narrow steep stairs & horsehair walls lead you to the bedrooms. To the right a porcelain tub & fixtures in an upstairs bath, tiled in baby blue from the 50s. There is a strange little door in the ceiling in the upstairs hallway that leads to an attic, where you can see roofline changes & additions to my houses silhouette.
I have a porch.
I have storm windows, I have wood siding, My garage has one tiny square window & a square hip roof (pyramid roof)..I love my little garage! I have drafts, I have spiders…BIG spiders. I have giant oak trees that rain acorns and creek in the wind.
You cannot dig in my yard without unearthing something old and rusty or hitting masonry..once we found a No. 6 crock lid by our little shed.
I guess you could say I live in an old time farmhouse in the middle of the city…the city was built around me.
I do so love my house, I only wish I could pick it up and move it to the middle of nowhere…I’ll just add that to my exhaustive fix-it list, right after MORE OUTLETS! Now you can buy your own little house blueprints on Ravelry or Etsy!
Wont you roll up your sleeves and get down to business…good old fashion hard work, resulting in a perfectly useful hand built little knit house made sturdy & strong.