Here she is in all her beauty. I know most people would say how can you call this house ugly? Think about it this way, you remember on Christmas morning as a kid you were super excited to open all your gifts. If you are anything like me I always saved the prettiest wrapped ones for last. Now just imagine you picked up the professional wrapped present and it has a little weight to it so you know it cannot be clothes. You tear into it, and you find that pepto pink unicorn sweater that grandma handmade and it fits you perfectly. Yes you are thankful grandma put her blood sweat and tears, but your not being caught dread in that thing outside of the house.
From the outside pictures this house is gorgeous and what drew me in (besides the pool). The inside however was a different story all together. It was clean and we loved the layout and the kitchen, the rooms were a great size. It met almost every item on our check list. Except the previous owner was a little coo-koo. Literally and artistically speaking.
Que in the chickens in the hallway and kitchen walls.
The dead looking tree that was made of hay? Grass?
The grass mixture plastered to the wall.
Our gorgeous bathroom and a squirrel eating nuts
Master with more birds
And more birds in the living room.
Overall it is all fixable with a little elbow grease, paint, and lots of sanding. We fell in love with the house and location. We are currently making progress of making the inside our paradise until then we will live amongst the chickens. (Bad joke I know). Stay tuned for updates.
