Farmhouse Charm
I LIVE IN A QUIRKY HOUSE. If someone asks me what style it is, I usually say “farmhouse,” but really it’s a rambling old two-story thing built in 1952. When we bought the place (pictured above), it had sat on the market for a couple of years, probably because no one wanted to take on such a daunting project. It needed a new roof, new wiring, new floors, new plumbing, a new driveway—and those were just the basics. The kitchen was tiny, with a linoleum floor and metal cabinets that squeaked when you opened them. The baths had pale green and yellow tile and little bitty tubs with showerheads about 5 feet high. But there was something very charming about the house and the location that kept bringing us back. It…