In November of 2013 we moved into our new adventure. We were searching for months and we finally decided on the house that wouldn’t fit us. We like things that have stories, and this house had a few now, 3 years later, has a few more. Before our move we had to make some major changes, like a one thousand square foot addition. We fell in love with the exposed beams and open lay out of the original house, but it was too small for a family of four. We knocked out a wall and added a powder room, laundry room, two bedrooms connected by a full bath, plus a basement underneath all of that. We re did the entire kitchen as well, keep checking back for the post about all that. For now, let’s love on the original part of the house.
The original part of our home was built in 1983 by a father and his two sons. They weren’t professionals, but they had a great vision and executed the house really well for just having a go at it! The only criticism I have is that my fire place is so unsymmetrical I curse the 3 men I never met any time I’m trying to decorate my mantel. It’s just so long. It’s the mantel that never ends! You can see it here. The mantel itself is fabulous, but it is a decorating nightmare.
The exposed beams and floors used in the original part of the house came from an old liquor distillery in Philadelphia, PA. Want to hear something crazy? My great grandmother used to work there! I had no idea until we had already purchased the home. I was very close with her, but she passed away when I was nine. I walk sometimes and wonder if my Nanny had walked across the same floor boards. The beams have little markings burned into them in random places. I have no idea why, or what they mean but I love the character it brings into my home. Here is a close up.
You can see there is a three, four, seven and an eight. They mean as much to me as they do to you. I have no idea why or what they were for. I’m assuming from the liquor distillery, if the beams were used prior to that, its unbeknownst to me. None the less, they are interesting. The beams have their own little personalities, is that weird to say? It’s just that they are so old, they have so many stories to tell. Same for the floors, they are also from the liquor distillery. They have a lot of defects and holes. I have found plenty of Popsicle sticks and Legos shoved in all the tiny places, courtesy of my kids. (Insert eye roll emoji here)
The house used to sit on a lake, but unfortunately the town damned it up. This happened way before we came along. We do have a pretty little stream in the back, but not what it used to be. Our kids still make the best of it.
No, no, don’t worry, that is not poison ivy! It’s funny because if my husband stands in this spot, it reaches his ankle, but my kids look like they’re taking a chance in the stream of doom. Jim and I have the reoccurring conversation that starts off like this, “If that lake was still there… or … How cool would it be if… ” BUT that’s not the case so we’re just going to continue to enjoy our little puddle. I do enjoy the quirks and characteristics of my home, but the thing I enjoy the most are the people in it. I could live in any four walls, but at the end of the day it’s my family that makes our house a home.
Thanks for stopping by! I hope you enjoyed your visit.
xo – K