I am an artist, designer, and preservationist who lives to be a light for the Lord and to save old houses.
A dumpster diving germ freak by trade and obsession, I love to take something neglected and turn it into something truly beautiful. Along with rearranging furniture and deconstructing 1960's "home improvements," going IN to Krispy Kreme instead of using the "drive-thru" is one of my favorite forms of exercise! Currently, I am restoring a 1910 Frankenstein of a farmhouse and a 1919 Craftsman Bungalow. Oh, and I have a tiny little shop that features vintage goodies and pretty new things for you, your home, and baby!
Just outside the back door of my 100 year old house and across the "lawn" sits the wee barn. The wee barn was once a teeny tiny barn before Mr. Olson got to work on it, way back when. The oldest section consists of a tack room and a stall. (There are still bits of straw stuck in the corners of the raised wooden floors) Mr. Olson left the old rafters in the teeny tiny section of the barn when he expanded it...when he expanded it using some recycled bits and pieces of the main house...
Here you can see the original siding in the lower portions of the exterior wall to the stall...Mr. Olson framed the doorway with existing trim from the main house...pretty crackly pink trim which I believe came from a now sealed up doorway which probably connected the original front hallway to the back porch...I believe the doorway is hidden in the wall behind my sink and shower. (They must have sealed it up when they installed indoor plumbing) I'd like to reopen that doorway someday in the dreamy future...when the bathroom becomes a pantry...but that's a different story. : ) I draped the pretty cottage rose fabric to hide the messy stall...do you know what kind of fabric it is??? (I have a bed skirt to match) The leaning baseboard trim is waiting to be reapplied to the bungalow we moved. I like to recycle things too...
I love this latch. It's red. You can't really tell in the picture, but it is a true red...and it makes me happy.
The forest green board matches the paint I can see peeking out from under the thick layer of seafoam paint which covers the staircase, railing, and landings in the main house (I'll show you those pictures..another time)...someone really had a thing for seafoam back in the day.
Mr. Olson seems to really have had a thing for recycling. How about you?
ps I found the pretty white wire hanging basket in the cellar of the bungalow we moved. The white window insert was a custom "oops" from the house where I grew up...the house my daddy and my grandpa designed...