Demolition Day

Posted by Rebecca

First things first.  And for me, the top of my priority list involved getting rid of a wall, a built-in cabinet, decorative scalloping and grungy shower doors. 

My friend, Kara, graciously offered to be my demolition crew.  In fact, she was dying to do it! 

Now, Kara’s a great girl.  She’s funny, smart, pretty… and apparently has a hankerin’ for destroyin’ stuff.  So we gave her a prying-off-stuff-thingy and a sledge-hammer, and let her go.  The results?  Kara was exhausted and happy, and I was relieved to leave the 50’s Country Chic at the local dump.

Good bye, decorative scalloping.  I’m not sure where you came from, but I can’t let you stay.  Sorry.

I’m pretty sure the mask makes her official.

Hard at work.

My side kick, Cassi.  She’s not really trailer size, but we do ok.

So long, grungy shower door.  I don’t know who invented you, but you are not welcome here!

We had to double the demo crew to tackle the built-in cabinet.

This cabinet was actually screwed in from the outside of the trailer.  It didn’t want to come out, and at one point I was sure there would be a gaping hole in the wall when they were done.

But these professionals knew what they were doing, and I am happy to announce that my wall is still in one solid piece.

I couldn’t get any pictures of the bathroom wall coming down because the bathroom was so small I couldn’t zoom out far enough.  But after the small, unnecessary wall came down we worked on removing the wallpaper on the bathroom’s existing walls.  And lo and behold, underneath we found pink marbled plastic walls.  To match the pink tub I’m sure.

Rebecca

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A Celebration

Posted by Rebecca

April 9, 2010 was the day I took possession of my new pad.  A couple of my new neighbors and closest friends brought over champagne and appetizers.  They were so excited about all the potential of my new place, about how I was simplifying my life, about how they just knew I would be so happy living there, as they were. 

And me?  I just wanted to cry.

Rebecca

Unbelievable. . .

Posted by Tanille

Have you ever had someone ask how you were doing and you feel like a two legged fox in a fox hunt?  A perfect response is “unbelievable”, because that could go either way, but they will probably think you are being positive – try it sometime.  This was the state of our future little dream home. Unbelievable.

If you are wondering why the walls are orange – that is nicotine my friends.  The former owner of this little gem was an older man with many many cats and a bad case of emphysema I’m guessing.

(The thing I find most ironic about this above picture is that the man did own a broom)

When we decided we wanted a small trailer we spent  two months searching for the perfect one.  Why was this one perfect?  First of all – it was FREE!!  The former owners took pity on us and pretty much thought we were crazy for wanting to take this on.  Maybe we were – but wait until you see the afters. . . they are unbelievable.

Tanille

Humble Beginnings

Posted by Rebecca

This is how it all began.  Keeping my fingers crossed and mustering up every speck of self-confidence I could find, I uttered, “It’s perfect!”, forked over some cash, signed a dinky little Certificate of Ownership, and became the proud owner of my very own crap-shack.  10×50 feet of wood panelling, hammered copper finishes, and bad-idea flooring were all mine….   Gasp, all mine!  Oh no, what have I done??

This is what I had to work with:

Living room/home theater center

Kitchen/dining room/home gym

Another view of the luxury kitchen.  Every chefs’ envy.

Spa-style bathroom, complete with grungy, frosted shower doors.

The master suite

Yep, it’s allllll mine!

Rebecca

P.S. All furnishings and glamour shots belong to the previous owner.

Happy Trailerversary!

Posted by Rebecca

On April 23rd I celebrated my one year trailerversary .

I’ve learned a lot.  I’ve seen a lot.  And I have a whole new perspective on this trailer life.

The hardest part about living in a trailer, is, well, living in a trailer.  That and the ants.  But more on them later.

Living in a part of the world where the almighty dollar is king, I find it kinda awkward to admit to people that I live in a trailer.  Even worse to admit that I live in a trailer park.  But awkward always makes for some great stories.  So stay tuned….

When I told my boss that I bought a dumpy old trailer and was renovating it, he said to me, beneath his scrunched up nose, “Why would you want to do that?”  Don’t get me wrong, my boss is a great guy, but he pretty much summed up all of the fears that had been creeping up inside of me.  I mean, you’ve heard the term, ‘Trailer Trash,” right?  Well, quite frankly, we prefer to be called “Trailer People.”

So, hang on to your hats, buckle up, cuz as soon as I get some axles on this sucker, I’m taking you for a ride.  And if I were a betting girl, I’d bet my pink trailer that you will agree with us trailer people – meh, it’s not so bad.

Rebecca

And the journey begins. . .

Posted by Tanille

So this was moving day.  That’s my new house driving down the road.  Was it a great feeling, um. . . yes and no.  This was a huge challenge and super exciting.  I am going to make this 10 x 36 into my dream home or. . .this is going to be a huge nightmare.  Time will tell, but we are getting in deep and we need to make this work.  Can we do it?  Yes, I believe we can.

Tanille