Thankfully, and contrary to popular belief, we are not living in a construction zone. Our house shares a wall with the warehouse, but it's actually a separate building. It was once a machine shop, and still kind of feels like one. It's a 3-story house. A "trinity" (father, son, holy ghost) - a strange Philly term.
The 3rd floor, our bedroom...
Building some shelves out of salvaged wood...
The 2nd floor: a temporary studio... Most stuff is still in boxes.
The 1st floor: a living room and kitchen. Rustic chic.
The yard is gigantic. The dream is that it will eventually be planted with trees, bamboo groves, vegetable garden, etc. How hard can it be to dig up 110 feet of asphalt? That's right, 110 feet.
The yard used to used as an architectural salvage business. The previous owner stored tons of stone, doors, oddities in the yard. We overlapped with him for 6 months when we first moved in. When we bought the place, we gave him 6 months to move his stuff out. He took every minute of it, and was out at midnight exactly 6 months later.
The building was full of salvage too. You could barely walk through it. There were little corridors to squeeze between the stuff.
You cleaned up before you took that bedroom photo, didn't you...
ReplyDeletei can`t believe all of that stuff is gone! that must have been a hell of a day seeing the last bit go!
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