|UPDATE, 2013~Our lovingly restored 18thc. cape is FOR SALE. Please visit our 'house for sale blog' for more photos and all information~|
*(The link to part 2 of my 'BEFORE AND AFTER' is at the bottom of this post.)
Today I begin a series of posts that have been in my mind for quite awhile. (*There is a link to PART 2 at the end of this post). I live in a house that was built in the 1700's in a quiet hamlet in New Hampshire. I will not go into the exciting adventure of my coming here alone from the midwest and buying the shabby, run-down house 15 years ago, for that tale is told in past posts here on this blog, as most of you loyal friends know.
(*You can read the story of how I came to be here, and more about the backstory here...)
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---And there are a few more---you'll just have to grab a cup of tea someday when you have some time, and read all my old posts if you are interested~
For lo these many years I have worked ceaselessly and with utmost affection and dedication on restoring this venerable old house and bringing it back to life. I say, not without a certain amount of pride, that the lion's share of this was done over years when I was broke and alone---no husband or partner to help me, and no pot of gold or hidden treasure to help facilitate the restoration. My efforts have been rewarded with recognition and kudos from literally tens of thousands, my little brown house having been featured in several books and national magazines. But by far, the best part of it all was the satisfaction and feeling of accomplishment I felt in my own heart when I looked around, feet up, sitting at 'my own snug fireside' in my ancient warm, shining, and pretty house, smiling and thinking of how all those long years of endless work and trouble were so worth it...
So, the purpose of this series of posts is not to re-hash for you how I came to be here, but to show you what I faced when I drove those 1000 miles years ago, embarking alone on "the big adventure of my life"~
Over the next few days and weeks, I'll share with you one DIY-er's remarkable journey, through BEFORE and AFTER photos of my home...I hope you will be shocked and amazed, and a little proud of me too.
So without further ado, PART ONE~ (This is the very first time I have ever published BEFORE pictures of my house).
"I have made a connection with the flow of time..."~So begins a quote I wrote on the wall in the entry, and which is still there. (You can read the rest here on my blog in a past post).
When I bought it, the house was painted a lackluster cocoa with hideous RED trim. NO wall or garden in front, and later NOT original, nasty 'sidelight' windows flanked the doors. The door was a cheap, thrown-together batten door. The phony, "colonial" driveway lightpost had to go!
Ugly '60's outdoor lighting, and none of the pretty gardens I later put in...(And the back was even worse.)
I have scraped and painted, repaired old windows, brought in a dumptruck of dirt to fill in at the front of the house along the original huge granite block foundation, and planted historically correct perennials there over many years. I built the stone wall right out in front of the house with rocks I hauled alone from my own property.
The one in front by the road Adam and I built. (Thankfully the other stone walls I have were old, and have been here for ages).
I can't even begin to chronicle the work I did on the exterior alone from replacing rotten clapboards to repairing windows, trim...everything...
BEFORE~(Just after I moved in)
When you entered from the porch entrance, as every one does, this was the first room you walked into. Yikes! The blue nearly knocked my socks off the first day I saw this house. (All furnishings were those of the previous owner; these picture were taken the first day I went to see the house.) They asked me if I would like to buy some of their furniture...uh, no thank you...
I don't know what this old room was being used for---some sort of sunroom or breezeway??? The walls are old shiplapped boards, but needed some work, as well as new paint. The crummy woodstove was vented with the OIL furnace, (uh oh, boom!---better not use that until there was a separate connection and flue...) The bookshelves someone added later were pure 1950's 'ugh' with the scalloped trim. And then there was the horrible sheetrock closet in this room under the attic stairs, with it's bare bulb hanging down...I had my work cut out for me, and this was just ONE ROOM.
Holy freaking cow...and it only got much worse from here~
This "what the heck...???" room is now our period taproom, complete with a 1700's cage bar, and sometimes called an 'ordinary' in the 17th and 18th centuries. It is now well-heated with a most lovely, efficient, and cozy woodstove. Enjoy the difference~
*Please visit our website TOUR PAGE to see the latest UPDATED photos of the house.There was a nasty, under-the-attic-stairs closet in that "blue room". Now, it is a most wonderful and charming 'buttery'.
I took the door off the closet and created a primitive buttery years ago without spending any money whatsoever, using all 18thc. materials I salvaged, including all the c. 1750 boards used to panel the room. I even put in the diamond paned window that I found in Ipswich Mass. I spent only $16., and that was for the iron rosehead nails.
The buttery is in the now-taproom. Hard to believe that it was once an ugly sheetrock closet with a dangling bare bulb.
UPDATED photos of our home are always on our website TOUR page~
These are pictures of my kitchen the way it looked when I bought the house. Some of these photos were taken the day I went to first look at the house. What can I say? They will surely curl your hair. It has old board walls that were about all I left; the rest was a 'gut job' I did myself. The countertops and floor were slanted, and the cabinets so out of whack the doors would not stay closed unless latched. There was no dishwasher until I put one in. It was truly hideous from top to bottom~
I tore out the cabinets and 3 different eras of floors, and 2 subfloors. I spent one whole day on my knees just shimming up the floor before putting down a new subfloor. Later, we put down a wide board wood floor over that. There were no baseboards or window trim in the kitchen when I came. I tore out everything except the old wood board walls, and started from scratch...
Amazingly, the tiny kitchen looks much bigger now than it did then when it was white...I am a gourmet cook, and LOVE my little kitchen. It is very efficient, and I can easily turn out wonderful meals for us and our guests.
...AND MORE OF THE AMAZING TRANSFORMATION~
In future posts I'll be showing you the BEFORE and AFTER of the rest of the house, and just when you probably thought the BEFORE couldn't get any worse, get ready, they do...See more 'before' and the amazing 'after'~
SEE MY 'BEFORE AND AFTER', PART 2 HERE~