Little Yellow House

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Our little yellow house. I bought it myself when I was 27. I like to call it a quarry worker house. It is a style that was popular around the turn of the century when granite was the thing here. It sits on this sweet little street. It is our rental now and we just refurnished, painted and put some love back into it and are thinking of doing weekly rentals.

View from the front door. It is amazing what a little fresh paint can do.

The little kitchen has black and white granite tiles put in by the husband and granite counter tops along with granite scraps for window and door frames. Granite is a theme here.

Picture is a map of the town painted by a neighbor for the Historical Society’s 50th anniversary.

Another view. We opened up the downstairs, turning what used to be 3 rooms into 1. It certainly lightened things and made a more comfortable feel.

Tabletop by the husband also.

This piece has a long history. It was originally, the kitchen cupboard and would have been hanging on the wall to the ceiling. My first roommate and a best friend from the beginning of time, dug this out of the barn, painted it for her newborn baby’s little clothes, turned it upside down so it had a top, shelf and dragged it upstairs. It has been repainted a few times and used for multiple purposes over the years but ended up with another granite scrap as a top and is back in the kitchen, on the floor this time.

Our first renters were of an artistic bent and sometimes paid us in paintings. This one is of this little yellow house and their green Volvo.

View from the stairs.

The bathroom is upstairs. It is painted white with sage green around the tub that is boxed in with pine. It is an old enameled cast iron tub with no feet. Very long and comfy but tough to find the right faucet. No shower…

The larger of the two bedrooms on second floor.

View out bedroom window of the tiny front yard with the crab apple tree and road.

The smaller bedroom with a view of the giant maple out back.

Ladder to the attic. My childhood dream of an attic room came true!

We had some renters with 3 sons and the two youngest shared this space. It was so very cute and well done. One boy on either side of the chimney with all their things. I painted the chimney front with blackboard paint for them, freshened up now.

I painted the old iron bed, black. I bought it for $2 at a yard sale a long time ago. I used it at my college apartment and then painted it a very bright chartreuse for our son 20 years ago. It has a new life in the attic.

Found this great welcome mat at a discount store. This was our home for many years until our daughter was born and it started feeling too small. The larger house next door became available so that’s where we reside now. Just couldn’t leave the street.

Now to get to the outside…

Did I mention this is just a few steps away? Our tidal bay.

Our oldest neighbors, the horseshoe crabs.

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