Cute little Wilma was shall we say, a hoarder. She had this house filled to the brim with stuff and furniture, 3000 square feet of stuff. At one point we counted eight refrigerators and two freezers. Some inside and several outside on the deck and in the garage. I have never seen so much stuff. She was also.... how shall I put it.... a drunk. Cute as can be but drinking and smoking on a regular basis. We knew she had parties here because we had not only heard it from her but the neighbors as well. Before we moved in we hauled off trailers and truck loads of junk to Goodwill and the dump. We found liquor bottles behind the drapes, cigarette butts everywhere, burns in the linoleum. The house reeked of course and there were layer after layer of wall paper in every room. In the rooms that did not have wood ceilings the wall paper was slapped up there as well. We spent every spare minute scraping wall paper and glue, putting on texture and painting. Of course it was not all finished when we moved in but at least it was part way there.
We are finally coming to a very slow end. There are still a few more windows to replace and blinds to buy but the last area inside we need to do is our mud room which of course is our utility room. There is a half bath off this room as well that needs to be finished. This room has some deco that just charms the pants off of you. I am not sure what the owners were thinking when the bright orange was put in here but look at those counters.
And the wall paper!!! Is that not the funniest thing?
Here the wall paper meets the ceiling where more wallpaper is glued. I swear that it was stuck up there with super glue. Look at the hen, milk and eggs though.
Oh! And I have a barn and a very tiny little horse. That horse is so smart he brings me his halter.
Here I am, the farmers wife. Notice the egg basket. I just noticed it says "Big Hen" beside her. That was probably the farmer that wrote that about me.
I kid. Here is my big hen.
Then there is the farmer. I have to admit that these people don't really look like the farmer and I. In fact I don't know a farmer that looks like this.
Before we tear this all apart I am thinking of carefully cutting a big square of my favorite part and framing it to hang on the wall in this room.
What do you think? Any other great ideas?