Not that this house is amazing, per se, but we could live in it. And it could be amazing:
Mostly I think I could make it work. I could make it cute but not cloying, and certainly pare it down into something charming and closer to what it wants to be. Of course, as always, a few issues -- it has no kitchen. Like, literally none. This is the hole where one used to be:
Also, the bathroom has no sink:
BUT it's in one of my favorite neighborhoods, it's less than two blocks from water, the windows are new and relatively efficient, and it has a new roof. Also a decent sized yard for an urban area (or at least compared to where we live right now):
And it has three bedrooms, painted many shades of awful, each with at least one angled wall (which I for one am all about):
I also like that trees fill the view from every window -- I'd rather look at leaves than almost anything else. And three bedroom is perfect: one for Steven and I to sleep in, and an office/guest room for each of us. Plus, raw basement storage and workspace, where I could start all kinds of messy projects and not clean up after myself:
What can Nick be thinking? you are doubtless asking yourselves. I am thinking that this house only costs 50,000 dollars.
Yes, 50 thousand. And I probably wouldn't want anything that was in the house to begin with. I would bet money that the kitchen was a hot mess, and what's left of the bathroom has to go. So really, that someone has gone to the trouble of stealing them is a huge plus. I'm grossed out by the idea of paying for other people's fugly renovations.
Decent floor and woodwork throughout (though clearly that newel post has suffered a bit over the years):
So really, all I need is 50,000 and for the house and another 50 to start doing everything else. Who wants to give it to me? Feel free to donate. I promise I'd give you a blog that would outdo all the reno blogs that I love out there -- I'd out 16 D16 -- throw a brick through The Brick House -- and hindsvik the Hindsvik! (Which sounds like and expression for stabbing someone with a shiv to me, though they say "Hindsvik is the name of an old church in Northern Iceland" ... not buying it).
Sigh. Oh, poverty, poverty. It would be such fun!