I guess it's official, I am a grownup: we bought a house. I still don't have a job, which is weird, but I've had a few nibbles lately so hopefully that will work itself out soon, too.
It took us three years of on-again off-again looking to find something good. We live in a very crowded city with insanely expensive house prices. I wasn't all that excited about most of the houses we looked at anyway. This city is FULL of Victorians and I'm more of a mid/mod kind of girl. Mostly, I just wanted to get out of the fog and into a neighborhood with a little sun. The "good" non-foggy neighborhoods just didn't have anything for us.
We looked at SO many really, truly, sad homes. It seemed like everything in our price range was in extreme disrepair. We'd have to live in one room for months while we brought the rest of the place up to some kind of minimal live-ability. Imagine a tiny, un-maintained, turn-of-the-century house with 20 tenants, false walls everywhere, shanties in the backyard, and people living in the kitchen. Sad. That's pretty much everything we looked at for a long, long time.
It became clear that we'd have to re-assess our plan. Our agent had been suggesting that we look in one of the the less "good" sunny neighborhoods and finally we agreed. Am I glad we did! We found lots of cute mid-century houses at good prices, direct sunlight, and no visible crack-heads or prostitutes. Even at night! Much better than the so called "good" 'hoods we had been concentrating on!
We found a two-story 1956 beauty with a big deck and amazing views that was in move-in-able condition, affordable, and had no tenants. It is on a quiet low-traffic street too! The whole process took a really long time because we were the second people to put in a bid, and our bid was lower. Our patience totally paid off. The first bidder couldn't get his financing together and it was OURS!!
The house is on a little winding road on the top of a hill. The whole street was developed at the same time so the houses are all from late 1950s. We were extremely fortunate in that our new home is pretty much unmolested by updates, except for a really hideous 1980s kitchen remodel, some poor lighting and fixture choices from the same era, and the ugliest pink/white tile flooring imaginable covering the entire downstairs.
Unfortunately, this home was ignored by the landlord for about ten years. The owner lived out of the country and the tenants, well, it appears they had an indoor farm in the garage and upstairs bedroom. Nearly every surface was painted a dark grayish beige. It looks white in the photos below but, trust me, it's not. It was also scandalously dirty and smelled like wet dog but it's still a zillion times nicer than anything else we looked at. I LOVE THIS HOUSE!
The snaps below were taken by the realty company, so they're not the best, but I think you get the idea. We are going to work very hard at getting the 80s out and the 50s back in, as much as possible.
The Deck and the Tiki Spa Hut (Yep. Cold city + hot tub = happy me!)
The Most Hideous 80s Kitchen
Rather than start a whole new blog for home renovation I'll prolly post stuff here. Instead of chronicling each little change in the new house, It'll probably be just before/after pictures from time to time. We have been repainting like crazy so you might see some snaps relatively soon.
The sewing will slow down for a bit while I get my sewing room set up again. This blog is supposed to be about sewing so hopefully we will get back to that relatively soon. I'm itching to start a new project and it will be fun trying out new places to do photographs.