As promised, here's our proper update!
It has now been three weeks since I moved into the new house. For those who haven't been following the saga, the house is an 1850's victorian thing that had been uncared for and unlived in for many many years. It's filthy, falling apart, and beautiful. Fully furnished with OLD furniture and decor. It's also full of mystery. Every letter and pile and piece of garbage in the house tells a little bit more about the positively absurd woman character that I'm renting the bedroom from.
The wallpaper in one of the bedrooms is flowers, and the room (unlike the rest of the house) smells like flowers and apple trees. That is the room in the house with the best feeling about it.
There are 11 windows downstairs, and the blinds need to be opened in the morning and closed at night. I'm reminded to perform this ritual almost everyday, sometimes several times a day, by the house owner. I love how important it is. For the heat, for the plants. And all the while, paying no mind to the "falling the fuck apart" state the rest of the house seems to be in.
Mind you, the owner doesn't live here. This is the house she grew up in. She inherritted it and did nothing to it for...oh, 30 years? I'm living in this thing alone, with a Polish housemate who I hardly ever see. I want to bring my cat, but I'm afraid that whatever's growing on the walls (see below photo) would harm her. She is an elderly lovecat.
Then the dining room...
and the kitchen! Everyone who enters makes some remark about how it looks like their grandmas kitchen, if it hadn't been touched for at least 30 years.
The food in the kitchen is years past its prime. But I'm afraid the house will get angry if I change to much.
There are stairs, too. three of them, going up and down. There's a lot of explore and look at...but perhaps you should just come see it for yourself.
I'm off now, 12 hours of class. I've gotta finish this darn book. The arts coming along nicely. Photos of that once I get my act together.
Be well sweetylous.
It has now been three weeks since I moved into the new house. For those who haven't been following the saga, the house is an 1850's victorian thing that had been uncared for and unlived in for many many years. It's filthy, falling apart, and beautiful. Fully furnished with OLD furniture and decor. It's also full of mystery. Every letter and pile and piece of garbage in the house tells a little bit more about the positively absurd woman character that I'm renting the bedroom from.
The wallpaper in one of the bedrooms is flowers, and the room (unlike the rest of the house) smells like flowers and apple trees. That is the room in the house with the best feeling about it.
There are 11 windows downstairs, and the blinds need to be opened in the morning and closed at night. I'm reminded to perform this ritual almost everyday, sometimes several times a day, by the house owner. I love how important it is. For the heat, for the plants. And all the while, paying no mind to the "falling the fuck apart" state the rest of the house seems to be in.
Mind you, the owner doesn't live here. This is the house she grew up in. She inherritted it and did nothing to it for...oh, 30 years? I'm living in this thing alone, with a Polish housemate who I hardly ever see. I want to bring my cat, but I'm afraid that whatever's growing on the walls (see below photo) would harm her. She is an elderly lovecat.
Then the dining room...
and the kitchen! Everyone who enters makes some remark about how it looks like their grandmas kitchen, if it hadn't been touched for at least 30 years.
The food in the kitchen is years past its prime. But I'm afraid the house will get angry if I change to much.
There are stairs, too. three of them, going up and down. There's a lot of explore and look at...but perhaps you should just come see it for yourself.
I'm off now, 12 hours of class. I've gotta finish this darn book. The arts coming along nicely. Photos of that once I get my act together.
Be well sweetylous.
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mutantbaby1:
Cool house. You should have all the evil spirits exorcised tho 
sldnhffg:
all of those are georgous you sexy biscuit! ive always wanted to shoot/get stoned in an old house thats slightly falling apart. You're dead lucky it smelt like flowers and apple trees though, rather than piss and rising damp...thats how old houses smell in england