Yesterday, we closed on this old beauty. Ok, so it’s not exactly beautiful in its present state, but after a large sum of money is dumped into it, it will be. The house was built in 1860, and is a little…..distressed. By distressed I mean there is no kitchen, working plumbing or electric and it’s kind of stinky. I first saw the house about two years ago when I was on a bus full of Rotarians (don’t ask) and as we drove through a small town, we stopped, and I looked out the window and saw this gorgeous old house, that was pretty much falling down. I happened to say that I wanted to renovate a house just like that one (I was about two glasses of wine in at that point) and the woman in front of me turns around and says, “I own that house, I’ll sell it to you.” After talking to contractors and going back and forth with my husband about whether we should take on a project of this size (clearly the answer is no) we decided to just do it. What’s the worse that could happen? Don’t answer that….And so begins a very expensive whole house renovation….