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I always try to remind myself that in this life we own nothing. Everything is borrowed, to be enjoyed for a short or long while, eventually to be cast out, passed down or sold. I stumbled across some old pictures on my computer this evening. Pictures of the home Chris and I rented right after we got married. A really neat old cottage that had loads of charm and extras I wish I could have kept forever. But I had to move on and leave them for another renter to enjoy. Looking at these pictures is bittersweet. Sweet in that it was a young and carefree time in our lives when so much awaited us. No babies yet! No mortgage. All of that. But the bitter part is that I now live in a house that doesn't have the cool vintage charm of my first house. I feel like I'm constantly trying to add it on. I wish I could have held on to some of these things and kept them with me in every future house we'd live in.
I'd still rather live in my current house than this one. But before I get to that, let's enjoy the pleasant aspects...
Here is the old house. Look how proud Chris is. Our first place!
The kitchen was SO COOL! Check out that sink! The glass and open shelving cabinets had original latches from around 1920. I turned that little back corner area into a sitting nook. It should have been a dinette area, but we were still at that age where the kitchen was the "hang out" and not a place to sit down to family meals.
My style was "French Country Italian Shabby Chic Farmhouse Hand-me-downs" back then. With the occasional napkin covered cardboard box side table? Dear lord...tell me that was just temporary!
No dishwasher! No disposal. No PANTRY. Not a closet in the house except a tiny his and hers in our bedroom. And the house had about 1300 sq. feet!
Boy this stove was an adventure! I had to light it myself, the oven too! I think it was from the 1950's if I recall.
Chris was such a trooper.
Funny side note: a standard cookie sheet did not fit into the oven.
It had lovely hardwood floors, chandeliers in 3 rooms, french doors, glass knobs, custom woodwork...subway tile...all of the charming features that I love in a house!
We never could get that black off!
It had a big front porch with a blue beaded board ceiling.
Out back were huge old oak trees and a garage with a tiny guest house.
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| Carport with beaded board...love those details! However, our pick up truck could not fit into the car port. Built for a model "T" I guess! |
Neither of us had ever "co-habitated" so starting a household together was very exciting for me. It felt like a huge domestic adventure...
And it WAS an adventure. This gorgeous 100 year old house was actually more like a big fat lesson. It taught me that a beauty queen may be great to look at. But you don't want to marry her and live with her forever...so high maintenance! LOL
This bathroom had so many random things. Like this old non working heater, the weird pull down cabinet doors, and the button on the wall. An old light switch I believe.
As lovely as the houses' features were, I couldn't wait to get out of it when I became pregnant with our first. Besides the perils of lead paint, the lack of insulation and the annoyance of antiquated or nonexistent appliances, there were critters galore...and I don't mean cute baby bunnies.
Happy Easter to you and Yours!
♥Linsey
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p.s.For all you architectural historians out there... The house was built in the 1920's I believe. So not quite 100 years old, but it's PDO (pretty darn old)
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