I’ve mentioned how much I love old buildings, especially houses? Especially when they’re half falling down? In the mid-’80s my family moved (again!), and across the street from the new house was an enormous Queen Anne house that looked like it might disintegrate at any moment. It was the quintessential haunted house, dilapidated with rotted curtains hanging in random windows. The interior had once been broken up into small apartments, but it has sat empty for a good number of years. I was always fascinated by that house, and torn between enjoyment of its decayed aspect and hope that it would one day find an owner who would renovate it.
It was finally bought a few years ago, and the new owners completely rehabbed it. Over the course of a couple of years, they replaced the roof and stripped the remnants of paint from the exterior, including the stripping and/or replacement of about a million pieces of gingerbread. You cannot imagine how excited I was to finally get a tour of the interior! It’s been beautifully restored and decorated inside, with new plaster, new floors, and rich fabrics papering the walls. It’s absolutely gorgeous.
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After
red paper boat 