Shagadelic baby ...

You know how in my last post I said that nothing unexpected had reared its ugly head yet? That wasn't completely true. Something frightening from the 70's was discovered lurking under our floor. Red. Shag. Carpet. 'Nuff said. What makes this discovery even more shocking is the fact that when two of the support posts and our fireplace hearth were installed they were put right on top of the carpet! Who does that?! Really. I couldn't imagine that it would be all that difficult to find a utility knife and cut out the material on top of the subfloor when you're about to install permanent structural stuff.


Our crooked cottage also has another throwback to the swingin' 70's. The hot tub room. Well, what was the hot tub room. Our familyroom is completely lined, walls and ceiling with cedar planking. It smells like a large sauna. Our real estate agent told us that the room in decades gone by also sported a hot tub. This place must have been party central ... hot tub, fireplace, door that locks from the inside ... all that's missing is the disco ball, but we're sure we'll find it here somewhere.