When I first saw the barn at 5 Harvard Road, I fell in love. When the realtor heaved open the big door exposing this gorgeous piece of history, I gasped. When I looked up to see a dilapidated canoe in the rafters that birds were making a nest in, I declared, “I’ll take it!”
I understand that a barn is not for everyone and I admit I see things that cannot be detected by the naked eye. When I look at my barn, I see long tables set for a delicious, memory making meal and strings of tiny white lights casting a magical glow. I see hand-hewn posts and beams and character and a trough that we’ll use as the bar and a stable we’ll use as a photo booth. A more practical person (a.k.a. my sweet prince, the finance guy) sees a dirty, old barn, filled with spider webs and many uninvited nocturnal creatures, rotted beams that collectively could very well be a big, red, money pit. It needs a lot of love and a lot of cash before it’s ready to host anyone’s celebration, but if there was ever a girl to love a barn into a party dress, I am she.
First agenda item was to take care of the large hole in the roof. We aren’t sure how long it’s been raining inside the barn, but there is quite a bit of damage from the effects of all the snow and rain around here. Enter Antonio from ACH Construction and his band of merry men. They made fast work of decades of (rustic & fabulous – why are you throwing that in the dumpster?!) barn wood giving this old lady a long awaited accessory, a new hat.
The plan now is to let it all dry out and see what is next. Hopefully whatever it is will not be too expensive. I really want to have a bride have dinner in here, not a cow!
I understand that a barn is not for everyone and I admit I see things that cannot be detected by the naked eye. When I look at my barn, I see long tables set for a delicious, memory making meal and strings of tiny white lights casting a magical glow. I see hand-hewn posts and beams and character and a trough that we’ll use as the bar and a stable we’ll use as a photo booth. A more practical person (a.k.a. my sweet prince, the finance guy) sees a dirty, old barn, filled with spider webs and many uninvited nocturnal creatures, rotted beams that collectively could very well be a big, red, money pit. It needs a lot of love and a lot of cash before it’s ready to host anyone’s celebration, but if there was ever a girl to love a barn into a party dress, I am she.
First agenda item was to take care of the large hole in the roof. We aren’t sure how long it’s been raining inside the barn, but there is quite a bit of damage from the effects of all the snow and rain around here. Enter Antonio from ACH Construction and his band of merry men. They made fast work of decades of (rustic & fabulous – why are you throwing that in the dumpster?!) barn wood giving this old lady a long awaited accessory, a new hat.
The plan now is to let it all dry out and see what is next. Hopefully whatever it is will not be too expensive. I really want to have a bride have dinner in here, not a cow!
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