When we moved in, this room had already been partially redone with cheap materials and shoddy workmanship. But it’s spacious, and I picture it someday being lined with built-in bookcases and a big stone fireplace, a perfect place for reading on a rainy day.
The room came with a woodstove that is not safe to use (due to the aging, damaged chimney), and a generously sized under-the-stairs closet painted a shocking marigold color with orange trim.
Shortly after we moved in, I fell in love with a fancy couch at a used-furniture shop. It would go perfectly with how I imagined the library looking someday. When we told the shop keeper that we wanted to buy the couch, she said, “Oh, let me tell you where that came from!”
Apparently our new couch used to reside in the Penthouse at Trump Tower in New York! I’m sure the poor thing is now suffering from a severe case of culture shock, after being suddenly transported to our little fixer-upper farm in the middle of nowhere!
No “after” photos yet.