Well, this was the Potato House 6 years ago, right before my husband Jeff and I bought it. We had been living together for about a year, sharing the first floor of a duplex in a lovely old house with two very small closets, when we decided that it was time to find something with a little more space. Well, actually it went down more like this. I was putting laundry away in one of those mouse closets and may have had a “Mommy Dearest” moment where hangers were thrown, veins popped out of my forehead. You get the picture. We had to move ASAP.
We knew we wanted to find a place close to the duplex because it was close to downtown Louisville in a hip, up-and-coming part of town, and we enjoyed that we could walk to dinner or hop on our bikes and be at the park in minutes. Also, we were looking for something cheap that could be fixed up. Jeff is a contractor and knows a little somethin’ about construction and I had just gotten an Interior Design degree and thought I knew everything about decorating. Psssh. (I’ll give you all the details on some major screw ups some other time.) So, we checked out a couple of places in the neighborhood, but they were either already remodeled and way out of our price range, or they were so far gone that we didn’t even want to go there. Then Jeff told me that some friends of ours wanted us to check out a “real fixer upper” on their street. Me: “Hold up, that place is in the suburbs.” Jeff: “Duh, I know. Let’s just go have a look.” It wasn’t really in the suburbs. It was only 10 minutes from the duplex, but it was a lot closer to the stupid mall and not within walking distance of a grocery store. Plus, I knew all those houses were built in the 50s or later and I’d gotten so used to living in a really old house with detail and some freakin’ character. So, we pull up and find the Potato House. An old house towering over the other houses on the street with what appeared to be a small pond in the yard, (not a good thing), and yes, that is grass growing in the driveway. I was able to look past the overgrown bushes and the half painted siding though, and thought, “Hmmm, this could be interesting. It’s an old house and the neighborhood isn’t thaaaat bad.” We walked in and ugh, holy cat pee Batman. So I tried to hold my breath and envision what this house could become and I really liked it. I even said it aloud when Jeff quickly elbowed me and pointed at the realtor. Ahem, “I mean, I hate it. Who would want to live here?”
So anyway, we bought the house and got a sweet deal for the neighborhood. Really, it is a great location and we can still walk to a few restaurants and one of the biggest parks in the city is at the end of our street. We call it the Potato House because when we first moved in and started meeting the neighbors, they would say, “Oh! You bought the potato house!” According to them, this house was the first in the neighborhood and on a potato farm. One neighbor even told us that the previous owners would sometimes find potatoes when they were digging in the yard. We haven’t confirmed any of this info though. I know, I know, it’s been 6 years. Do some research already. I will. Eventually. Tomorrow I’ll post some photos of what the house looks like now. Until then, here are some shots we took on the day of the showing:
So, this is the start of my little blog. Jeff and I now share the Potato House with our beautiful 3 1/2 year old daughter Rosie, Izzy the puggle, and our third (and still hanging on) fish, Cutie. I’ll show you what we’ve done to the house over the last 6 years, projects we’re still working on, some crafty DIY things, pescetarian recipes, and my pathetic attempt at gardening.
Do you live in a “fixer upper?” Have you ever moved to a neighborhood you didn’t really want to and then it turned out to be kinda cool? We didn’t have a kitchen for a few months. What are some of your remodeling horror stories?