You know what they say about pets and houses… don’t name them unless you plan to keep them. Well, it looks like–godwilling– I’m keeping this one mostly intact, so for those of you who were aghast at the idea that I might take a bulldozer to this beautiful brick house, rest easy. Over the weekend my mom and I tested out a bunch of different names. “The Liberty House” is actually a play on words related to it’s location (which I can’t divulge, of course, because digging shallow graves for trespassers is one of my least favorite activities), and I feel like it’s kind of appropriate for where I’m at in my life right now. Plus reminds me of the 4th of July, which is exactly what I think of when I look at her, for some reason… summer parties and ice-cold lemonade.
And even though I’m already mentally planning a summer soiree, don’t think for a second this house isn’t still giving me heartburn with things like this 150 year old leaky stone foundation.
And this skylight in the master bath, which I took a horrible picture of, but you can still kind of see how it’s leaking. (Guys… don’t cut holes in perfectly good roofs for any reason, no matter how much you like natural lighting, okay?)
Also, there’s some water damage to the ceiling of the downstairs bath that’s giving me palpitations, along with the discovery that about a quarter of the roof joists were charred by fire sometime in the last century. They’ve been sistered up with some new joists (mostly), but still.
I’ll know in the next week or so how much pain these things are going to cause me (and my wallet), but I can tell you they are greatly offset by rooms like this:
Yes. That is my new Pink Parlor. I’ve grown so attached to calling it that, I’m afraid I may never be able to paint it another color.
And the not insignificant closet space in the master bedroom coupled with a see-through fireplace between the bedroom and master bath. (Sound familiar?)
I mean, that bath needs to be completely gutted, and it’s the size of a large closet, but the fact that there even is a master suite in an old farmhouse is pretty incredible. It’s clear that the house went through some not-insignificant renovations in the 90’s, and I’ve still got a few more surprises to share, but this is all I can show for now.
This next week is still going to be touch-and-go for my nerves, but let me tell you… for buying a house I hadn’t seen the inside of through an online auction? I pretty much just hit the jackpot.