Four score and seven years ago, we bought an old farmhouse.
It dates somewhere in the loose vicinity of the civil war.
Okay, so it was purchased more like two years ago not 87…but you’ll get my Gettysburg Address reference in a sec.
Pertinent Background info: we have moved 14 times in 20 years and purchased and sold many, many homes. My husband and I have spooky-similar taste and have bought several homes without the other ever laying eyes on it. Sure, we took the virtual tour from thousands of miles away…but that’s a lotta trust, people.
So when it came time to move to Illinois from Canada, I knew I
wanted needed a couple of acres. You know, in case I wanted to paint furniture in my pj’s or to just not have neighbors all up in my beeswax.
I wanted a farmhouse with loads of charm and character to sit on those couple of acres. And I found it. Oh boy, did I ever. I loved this house from the moment realtor.com introduced us. I love, love, triple-love it.
So I flew to Illinois and bought it while my family stayed behind in Canada.
Come to find out…my family does not share my love of old things. They do not see character or charm. To them, old is just old. They want “all shiny and new.” Who are they anyway, Madonna? 3 points if you get that reference…
So since pulling into the driveway on day one, my husband and three lovely children call our house “Abe Lincoln’s house.”
As well as every.single.thing. in it.
Abe Lincoln’s toilets…(even though we replaced them all).
Abe Lincoln’s bathtubs (even though they are clearly more like Mike and Carol Brady’s.)
Abe Lincoln’s washer and dryer…(ours are Maytag…everybody knows Abe was more of a Kenmore man).
You get the picture.
The fam did not share my enthusiasm.
I LOVE the fact that our upstairs is wonky. Nothing is square or level.
You let a marble go in one room and you aren’t finding that sucker till Christmas.
The one Abe Lincoln-ish item in the house that I am not a fan of ?
The wood burning stove.
It’s an ugly eyesore and the bane of my furniture rearranging existence.
It’s sole purpose is to hold a lamp.
No matter how I arrange things around it, Abe’s stove just mocks me.
So after TWO YEARS of whining about it, I put on my Wonder Woman undies and did something about it.
I ripped it out, hefted that bad boy onto my back and threw it outside. Told ya I was wearing my Wonder Woman undies!
Seriously…I hired a handyman to come do it. He still has some patching to do, but I’m already envisioning a beautifully cozy sitting area.
Loveseat, chairs, ottoman, artwork, lamps, and cheery rug…oh, it’s gonna be good.
The winds of change are blowing once again.
For you local gals…if you scroll back up to the toodle-loo photo, almost everything on the right hand side (not the pine cabinet or parson’s chair) will be for sale at Urban Farmgirl this week. (Thursday 10-6, Fri & Sat 10-4).