January 8, 2009

History of Buttercup Farm - Part 1

I thought it might be nice to tell y’all how we got started. Here is a quick overview of the last THIRTEEN YEARS. Buttercup Farm has been a process, but we started out simply…Boy meets Girl.

This is GIRL .


This is BOY .

Boy and Girl grow up.


Girl sees boy walk into the bar, turns to her friend and says “That boy is HOT, I am going to marry him”. Boy walks up to her, ditches his friends for the night and they play ping pong. Boy admits later that he purposely hit the ball of the table just to see girl’s butt. They fall in love and eighteen months later–boy MARRIES girl.


Twirls her.


And carries her home to their cute (cheap) little rental where they plan to live a FEW YEARS to save money.


4 MONTHS LATER , boy comes home and declares he has found their Dream Home . This is what the listing sheet should have said:

Heat on the first floor only. Grates cut in the floors upstairs because “heat rises”. No ductwork going to the second floor (which means, NO Air Conditioning). Main load bearing floor joist cut to insert a fireplace in the living room. Whole house sinking toward the middle (think there was a crooked man, who lived in a crooked house). No dishwasher in the kitchen. One working bathroom in the whole house upstairs. Every wall in the home covered in early American wallpaper. Under the wallpaper, crumbling horse hair plaster walls. Ceiling has cracks the size of the Grand Canyon. All trim painted Avocado green or Mustard yellow…because that is so pretty. Electrical…bad, Plumbing…bad. Home with potential. Land…beautiful.

Boy and Girl, scrape together everything they can, make a low, low, low offer which is accepted and THEY BUY IT.

Girl and Boy work in corporate a few years, then start a few businesses.


They have a baby girl.


Girl cuts her hair like a boy in the ninth month of pregnancy–against many good friends urging her not to. Girl did it anyway.


Then they have another girl.


And then there were four.


Together, they spent 12 years fixing up the house.

THE END. Oh, I fogot, you are never finished when you have a 100 year old house.


Down home friends and what they say...

Comments (4)

maribeth said:

this is my fave blog post by far :)

Michaela said:

I love Love LOVE it!!!! This is sooo cool! You are VERY clever! :)

Cameo said:

Dear Shawn,
This story is so precious. You and I have such a great deal in common.( except our age- I am forty something)) What a rewarding road in life you chose to stroll down. My hubby and I bought a farm 9 years ago and our situation was quite similar…………wow………we could have built a new home for what it cost to tear out and restore! But the character, the history, and the fun we had doing it has been such a blessing in our lives. Anyway…I love that old house smell!…… Our farm is not our primary home, but we spend lots of time there. It is our retreat. We have several types of properties, but the farm is where my heart is……….. must be a brilliant life for you and yours to live the life full time. I must admit…I am a bit jealous!
P.S. So happy you grew out your hair….You are Beautiful!!! Must go love..

Robin Rane\\\' ~ All Things Heart & Home said:

Such fun! Love this! The house is charming.
Robin Rane’
All Things Heart and Home

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