When we moved onto this street 3 years ago, we had no idea that not only would we soon be taking care of not only our beloved Queen Anne, but also 3 other old houses on our block. This spring, we joined together with my sister and brother-in-law to purchase our first of what will (next month!) be three rental homes. All three were built as single family homes, but were converted between 100 to 50 years ago into apartments.
A little while ago, I introduced you to what we now call “Old School.” “Old School” because right now, it looks like some sort of creepy, run-down frat house.
Here is Old School a week ago:
Inside of Old School, we have been busy demoing. We decided to remove the attic access stairs, in order to enlarge the living room, and also because we didn’t want renters to have access to the attic. We will patch the floors with old fir, and add an access door to the attic in the ceiling.
While all of this has been fun, it hasn’t come close to the fun we have had the last two evenings outside.
Here is an original picture of the house: Note the porch pillars/ railing.
Wow- a whole lot of detail was covered up, wasn’t it? Not how the original fancy pillars were replaced with square, boring ones. Also notice how the 3rd upstairs window disappeared. And don’t get me started on the missing railing.
But last night… and major discovery:
And then another one:
Well, needless we were inspired and started tearing into it:
It still looks
It still looks pretty rough, but I really do feel that with every piece of old siding we remove, we are bringing new life to this tired old house.