

And a few hours later...



Open floor plan! You can see into the living room now, but it won't be like that forever because the wall studs between the rooms are load bearing and we're not messing with that. We also don't think a completely open floor plan fits with a Victorian era house. For now it is fun to wave at each other while we work though.
No pictures of the cast iron tub being sledgehammered. It was in very poor condition, no shape for donating, so Pete got to work with the sledge hammer. I stood out of the way, cast iron sends out massive shrapnel. As you can imagine, the room was no longer clean at the end of the day.
I'm still not over this discovery. I hold grudges.
ETA: Sorry about all the random shots with just my disembodied hands floating around. I was enthusiastically throwing my hands into the air and the husband decided to cut his spastic then fiance out of the picture.
The third bedroom is the last in line of the front of house bedrooms. It is almost identical in layout to the first bedroom and originally had three windows... but instead we have a little pass through to the upstairs kitchen.
And finally, we have lonely bedroom # 4 or as I like to call it, the brown room. The only bedroom currently at the back of the house with only one of those awesome windows in it. What a wonderfully bad carpet choice. Carpet parquet. I kinda love it. But its still going.
Upstairs bathroom is marginally nicer than the downstairs. It only squeaks through as the nicer bathroom because of the window. While that window is certainly nice to have, it is also right in the shower. Which, surprisingly, isn't where I'd prefer my bathroom window location to be.
The room is tiny and lacking anything of value or interest. No hidden subway or hex floor tiles. Nothing but a blue tub, bad vinyl flooring and ugly paneling. Everything is getting ripped out and I can't wait! After pictures in about a year. Maybe two for the upstairs master bath.
Now onto the converted front porch. I'm digging the stained plywood for walls and ceiling look...if today was opposite day. I feel the same way about the disgusting blue stained carpet and fug window treatments. All curtains in this room got a quick one way trip to the dump shortly after closing.
The front room is one of the ones I'm most excited and nervous about. It's going to make a great sun room one day and I think the space will be really multipurpose. However, with 1960's DIY conversion jobs you never quite know what could be hiding under those plywood walls. So the unknown problems could pop up fast during tear out.
Finally we have the other front room. Wood paneling. Pillows. Smelly carpet. Same as the other rooms.
You'll notice that there is a lot of hallway space up here. We will be cutting down all that wasted square footage when we redesign everything, which give the rooms better flow and purpose. Cause really, a tiny bathroom, second kitchen and only one closet on the floor is not going to cut it for us. Major plans are in the works for upstairs.
Not a single room is to scale, but the dimensions are close enough to reality. All the red boxes are doors, both interior and exterior. Blue boxes are windows, again both interior and exterior because the front window openings are still in the walls after the original front porch was converted into rooms. You can also clearly see the one tiny no light window in the kitchen.
There is just so much to comment on that I'm not really sure where to start. I guess I'll start with the standard plastic wrapped windows. The last time that fresh air blew into this room I'll never know. Moving on and looking up you'll notice the abnormally squat height of the room. The height of the room is quite the mystery to us, given that there is at least twelve more inches of height above the ceiling before you hit beams and roof. Also present is the always wonderful random wood paneling. Thrown up in a such a fashion that fitting flush with the wall wasn't a concern, as you can see the lovely edge curves.
Now here is where I have to confess something. I love the vintage metal cabinet and porcelain sink. It is so kitch and wonderfully retro! With a little work everything should be in good working order again before we find a new home for it. The only really odd thing was, when we bought the house, a stain stick (for your laundry) was underneath the sink propping up the pipes. Which makes me glad we had the water turned off asap. If you thought the upstairs "bonus" kitchen was bad... well... be prepared to meet its uglier downstairs sister.
The kitchen reminds me of a cave. Not just because of the rock accents either. How many different versions of faux rock can one room have?! Apparently at least two. (Floor and Backsplash) There is only one tiny window in the kitchen, naturally it was covered in plastic and happens to be under the covered wrap around porch thing that is also wrapped completely in plastic. So about zero watts of natural light gets in. Which is only great for those mornings when you are really hungover, it is possible the old owners had a lot of those mornings. Or they were vampires.
Since you can't touch things over the internet you'll just have to take my word about the sticky layer of grime that is coating all the surfaces. The kind of grime that can only accumulate when you cook with a lot of grease in a kitchen with no air flow for over twenty years. Blech.
Hidden from the picture is the lovely drop ceiling and fridge. The ceiling that is taking about a foot off the true height of the room, all done in the name of energy savings. I guess I should be happy its a drop ceiling and they didn't put up drywall. And the Fridge. Oh the Fridge. Let's just say it is so gross that I don't even think a college student would take it for free. There you have our kitchens! Afters will be up in about a year or more.
Walking in the back door the four of us were knocked back with the smell of urine. I could feel the stinky air particles start to soak into my pores. The owner was chair bound in the living room and we exchanged pleasantries all while holding our breath, which is hard to do btw. At this point a little terrier pup ran up to me that I started to pet and then he promptly wizzed right by my feet. That is when I realized the carpet was damp and squeaked under my feet. One potential source of smell found.
Escaping to the airless but stink free upstairs duplex was amazing. We could breath again and that left us free to focus on the house itself. Which was starting to show some real potential to our renovating eyes. We could see the solid walls and bones behind the velvet Elvis paintings.
Unfortunately we had to go downstairs to get out of the house. Which meant more holding of the breath and on the way out is where I was hit with the sight of what seemed to be jars of Wee sitting on the counter. Maybe the smell made me hallucinate, I'll never be completely sure of what might have been in those jars. Potential source of smell #2 found.
and that was our first time meeting the Wee house. The house that we would eventually buy, planned to flip but instead fell in love with and are now going to make our home.