Every time I pass an abandoned farm house I want to go inside. I’ve only done so once, followed by less than ideal circumstances (foot went through porch floor, cut while climbing through a window, attacked by birds, meth lab remains, etc.). However, that doesn’t stop the urge to take in someone’s life after the fact. There are always so many clues to their taste, how they lived, rotting furniture and old calendars on the wall. What people leave often points to the speed at which they fled.
Tess of Demure Folk recently came across this abandoned farm house in the Berkshires. The delicate wallpaper, the ancient linoleum — so beautiful! It seems very 1930s to me. I’d live there in a second (who wouldn’t?). I’d peel back the layers, frame the wallpaper remnants and enjoy the process of turning it into something livable while maintaining its legacy. I always said I’d never live in a renovated house when I grew up (I grew up in a continual state of moving and construction), but this house might change my mind.
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