Life in a Fixer Upper and No Fresh Eggs!

We always knew that one day we would own a farmhouse. Our original vision included rolling pastures, a large stone barn, livestock, and no neighbors for miles. Then, life happened... 2 kids turned in to 3. 3 turned in to 4. School. Playdates. Sports. Activities. Our perspective quickly changed and the proximity to school, friends, and a grocery store became top priority. But! We didn't give up on our dream, we snagged ourselves a little piece of history smack dab in the middle of suburbia USA!



We're chicken farmers! No. No, we're not. It's the suburbs, there's an ordinance against that! So no fresh eggs, but we do have a quaint little 1800s farmhouse, 2 giant chicken coops, and a brooder house.  You'd think we'd be grandfathered or something right?!

At first, second, third, and eighth glance we would not have called our home a fixer upper. We saw the potential and knew that we'd make a few updates...



I should have known better, this ain't my first rodeo.

I ask for a coat of paint, and there goes the wall!



Here's a more recent pic... and there's light at the end of the tunnel (or hallway)! Oh wait, that's just the kids bathroom, which is thankfully done!



~ X


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