My House

I LOVE my house. It is old and run down and I absolutely LOVE IT! My husband and I bought it almost 5 years ago. It had cracked plaster walls and red shag rug throughout. There was a place on the living room ceiling that had been patched once because there must have been a terrible flood from upstairs.
We bought it and I started cleaning it because that is what I do. I started on the stove. there were YEARS of grease stored in that stove. I got it all clean--finally-- and noticed that the plug was sparking when water hit it. Why? A rat had eaten through the insulation on the wire--I was tempting death by electrocution!
My husband said, "We'll patch the cracks and paint it and it'll be beautiful." I started picking at the walls till they came tumbling down. Let me tell you that plaster is HEAVY. One garbage can full at a time, out it went. Then there were none. . no walls no ceilings. . no red shag carpet.
When you strip off the top layer there can be beauty and opportunity behind. We have beautiful heart pine floors and new electrical wiring and new plumbing. Some rooms have walls and ceilings now. We have a beautiful kitchen and built in bookcases in the family room (all thanks to my wonderful talented husband), but there are some rooms that still have potential, but no drywall.
I LOVE my house. I love the squeaky floors and the fact that there are no 90 degree corners. And I love my husband for doing all the work he does without getting overwhelmed by the immensity of the job (like I do sometimes).