Grim, I tell you. Somehow I was able to see potential though the blinding colors and overall neglect of the house. Richard still gets miffed about some problems with the house we come across, but he knows that piece by piece I’ll put it all back together.
The exterior of the house on inspection day. Italianate Victorian. I loved the arches over the porch, the detail of the molding, and the tall, arched front windows. The color is, umm, dusty gray purple.
The tidiness of the brick pavers appealed to me here in the front of the house.
Right front parlor. Yes there is a 'swing' installed in this room, along with a 70's swag used as a ceiling pendant. Stains on ceiling were a result of roof damage during the hurricane. Nice floors!
Hey! The pocket doors work just fine! Usually broken in houses of this age. Wow, is that bedroom really, really red.
- From the living room, looking back to the front door and built in bookshelves. When I first saw the house in the online listing, those shelves looked really pretty (in the tiny photo) and immediately connected me to the house.
View into the dining room from the front door, thought front parlor. Richard is looking stressed as a variety of inspectors are throwing paperwork at him, while I'm running around having fun.
Big Bird yellow dining room. Corroded Williamsburg brass light fixture. Nice moldings. Stressed Richard.
Nice light in this house. Our old apartment was totally shaded by giant live oaks and I could not keep a houseplant alive. My realtor is having fun with her grandchild on the piano.
This room somehow transcends red. Nice moldings again, transoms are found over every door in the house. Those black mantles / fireplaces that you see in all the front rooms of the house are solid cast iron (and so, they are all black).
This is the closet. The one, and only, closet in the house. As you can see, it's serving to capacity for the previous owners. I mentioned that this is the only closet in the house, I think. Did I mention that? This is the only closet. In the whole house.
The master bath. The marble sink and fixture had been recovered from the old Tulane medial school when it was torn down. Note the rattle trap weekend 'handyman' shelves to the right of the sink. Terrible.
What we loved about the house. The big, open kitchen and breakfast room. Like our previous apartment, we loved having a big space to cook and entertain and the views to the backyard were great. A skylight keeps the kitchen bright.
Yes, that's a wood burning stove. In the middle of the kitchen. A wood burning stove? Really? In New Orleans?Facing a bedroom door four feet away? Really?
Dated everything. Kitchen will be completely renovated (one day).
The back bedroom was a nursery for the previous owners. Eastern morning light floods in through these windows.
Converted gas light fixture in the 2nd bedroom bath. I thought this was cute, and I loved the brass hardware surrounding the small clawfoot tub. The room is still this color, actually.
The back yard. By normal standards in Uptown New Orleans, this is a pretty big yard. Many houses don't have them at all, or at best very small brick courtyards.
Completely overgrown. Conquering the invading hordes of weeds was my first act the first day after we closed on the house.
Wow. It looks like a hurricane blew through here.
The previous owners keep a sun blocking fabric over what we refer to (for lack of a better term) as the birdcage on the back of the house, covering the deck. It was torn loose and not repaired after the storm.