Inside my dream house, which happens to be decrepit
Monday, August 18th, 2008I finally got into my dream home on Tennessee in the Dogpatch, and here’s a photo tour. I would love to renovate this house; I literally vibrate with happiness when I walk past and imagine bringing it back to its original splendor. It could host some killer dinner parties.
The facade. The entrance is overrun with geraniums.
A simple but nice bit of stained glass in the entry way:
The front rooms, with sliding doors, and an old coal fireplace:
Lovely mouldings around the light fittings throughout the house:
The saddest paint in the world, in the master bedroom on the main floor. And its thin little master bathroom:
A large and old-fashioned kitchen, with beautiful tiles:
Third floor landing, pink bedroom, another kitchen and a claw-footed bathtub in a second bathroom:
The garden, with its rickety old stairs. There’s a plum tree and feral cats hidden amongst all that brush:
On the ground level, there was a flat with lots of mold and water damage:
Large undeveloped space in the basement where you could expand the flat to two bedrooms, and the garage:
Lots of work…
