I started another project.
Before you all start googling “therapy for addicted gardeners”, or “rehab facilities for crazy gardeners”, I have to tell you this is not about gardening.
Last month, Al and I bought a house. We had been looking for just “the right” house for an investment property. With initial plans to make the house a vacation rental, it was all about location, location, location.
After several months of looking locally and making offers, we came to realize that many homes on the market were not selling due to large amounts owed by previous owners. This left very little room for negotiating.
And Al loves to negotiate.
So we changed gears.
We have always been fond of an area at a nearby lake. We have been vacationing there with our boys since they were young, and it just made sense to see if there were any houses available in that particular area.
We weren’t asking for much. A house big enough to fit our entire family comfortably. We wanted to be able to walk down to the lake from the back door. We wanted seclusion, peaceful surroundings, and beautiful scenery.
And, with a price range of cheap, we were in for a challenge.
In January, our patience paid off.
This was the last house we looked at the day we were in town. From the front, you just go ho-hum.
Not much curb appeal but we really had not planned on spending that much time at the curb.
When we started looking at lake houses, the first thing we would do upon arriving was go to the lake side and walk down. Many of the homes had severe drop-offs to the water and this was unacceptable for us having small grandchildren and all. If the drop off was too much, we wouldn’t even bother looking inside the house.
This house was tucked in the back of a cove and had a nice slope to the water’s edge. Very walkable and no drop offs. So far so good.
view from the lake
We really liked what we saw from the outside. It was time to see the inside.
Our realtor began by saying, “Most of the furniture stays with the house.” Sounds good, I thought.
Then she adds, “This house was built in the ’70′s and they haven’t done much to it so just keep that in mind.”
Now I’m really curious.
Gold shag carpet? Avocado appliances? Disco Ball? Beads instead of doors?
So, without further ado, here’s a glimpse of the inside.
First of all, we have the upstairs kitchen in all it’s ’70′s glory.
upstairs kitchen wallpaper
you can’t tell from this pic, but the curtains match the wallpaper.
Far out, man.
And I know y’all will be jealous of the master bathroom.
yes, the paneling is blue and white and matches the sink and shower perfectly
Here is the other upstairs bathroom.
the shower/tub is cream-colored, thank the Lord
Maybe it’s just me but there’s something about this dated wallpaper that makes me want to boogie-oogie oogie til I just can’t boogie no more!
But wait there is more!
Here’s a piece of furniture you will recognize if you grew up in the 70′s.
Complete with a record player (which unfortunately doesn’t work.)
Along with an….
8 track player!!!
And I’m not jivin’ you when I say it works!
Here are some of the light fixtures that were left to light up my life.
Can you dig it?
Do you feel the need to put on your go-go boots or platform shoes yet?
You will after you see the countertops in the downstairs kitchen.
Yes, this is orange to the max.
Don’t have a cow man, cause I’ve been told orange countertops are making a comeback.
At least the appliances aren’t avocado green, right?
According to the realtor, many people were completely turned off by these funky rooms. But we instantly liked it. It felt right. We felt it had good bones and just needed someone who understood its past.
I have already begun painting a bedroom and scouring ideas online to make this a cozy retreat for us as well as family and friends. I doubt it will be ready to rent out until next year since we can only do so much on a weekend and, with gardening and new animals arriving this spring, my spare time will be pretty much nonexistent. But I will keep you posted on the progress.
Goodnight John Boy