I inherited it when I married my husband, Dan, in all its 1970's glory. Now if you dig this style... look away from here on out...because we were not kind to any of the original details...
Now with that being said and shown, I do have to mention a saving grace for this home:
All the beautiful trees! The house is wonderfully tucked away behind these giant pines!!
Due to disease...They had to go.
But we do have this view from our front door.....(It's a lake)
Now, I am SO thankful to have a warm home when many do not, a place to live and grow in with our son, William. And dare I say I've grown rather fond of my ugly split-level. The term 'ugly' has become a sort of private joke between the old place and I, and I use it as a term of endearment. After all, my son was born here. My husband proposed to me on the other side of that lake. We've celebrated holiday after holiday with family and friends right her within these walls. This house tells our story- and it's a good one.
BUT that does not mean that I cannot make this place the cozy and charming cottage that I've always pictured myself living in. With a little elbow grease, thrifty imagination, and pixie dust I think we can find ways to turn the negatives of this house into positives.