...is a strange and wonderful thing.
You find little goodies in the most unexpected places like this old old OLD flowered wallpaper behind my bedroom radiator.
Today I found out that I own a "historic home." Who knew?!
That is all well and good but what that really means is I have to jump through a series of flaming hoops if I want to change my house in any way - say, hammer in a nail, hang a picture, yadda, yadda. After all, it is HISTORIC!
In other news, my house is NOT from 1910 as I suspected. It may have been built closer to 1860. Wow. I wonder what other treats are waiting for me as I give this old girl a facelift?
Who ever thought I could own someplace with so much damn history? Pull back a radiator and there it is, starring out at you in faded colors. Still blooming in her own way.
Another recent discovery, my lath and plaster walls are being held together with horse hair! That's right, my bedroom walls are filled with the hair of long dead horses!? Not sure how to feel about that one. But the walls have the nicest cracks.
And in other important news, my granny's bunnies and family o'mice finally have a home!