This was a great, Brady-era house that just needed a little vision and TLC to make it sit com-ready.
They just don't build 'em like this any more, and that's a shame in my book. When I was growing up, rich kids lived in houses like this. (Ours was built in the 1920s, and from the outside looked like a large white shoebox with a front porch. It was neat and spacious, but lacked this kind of drama.)
This is a stairway and landing a girl could walk across on prom night to the whole family's oohs and aahs. Or storm up and into her room, on those occasions when one or both of her parents were
ruining her
entire life!
This bedroom has probably been soaked in hysterical tears.
Someone spent a lot of time depicting this old salt in needlepoint.
Santa Claus, too.
This kitten looks afraid of something. Perhaps it's the thought of being thrown in the trash.
If this house had a major flaw, it was the kitchen. It was a tiny thing, tucked into the corner of the first floor like an afterthought.
The mom didn't care about entertaining much, I guess. Or feeding her family.
The kids probably spent all their time down here anyway, dining on TV dinners and bowls of popcorn and sugar-sweetened cereal. That is, when one or both of their parents weren't absolutely
ruining their
lives!
They just don't build 'em like this any more, and that's a shame in my book. When I was growing up, rich kids lived in houses like this. (Ours was built in the 1920s, and from the outside looked like a large white shoebox with a front porch. It was neat and spacious, but lacked this kind of drama.)
This is a stairway and landing a girl could walk across on prom night to the whole family's oohs and aahs. Or storm up and into her room, on those occasions when one or both of her parents were ruining her entire life!
This bedroom has probably been soaked in hysterical tears.
Someone spent a lot of time depicting this old salt in needlepoint.
Santa Claus, too.
This kitten looks afraid of something. Perhaps it's the thought of being thrown in the trash.
If this house had a major flaw, it was the kitchen. It was a tiny thing, tucked into the corner of the first floor like an afterthought.
The mom didn't care about entertaining much, I guess. Or feeding her family.
The kids probably spent all their time down here anyway, dining on TV dinners and bowls of popcorn and sugar-sweetened cereal. That is, when one or both of their parents weren't absolutely ruining their lives!
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