My house was built in 1904. Or possibly 1898. Depends which documents you look at. The official record says 1904 though. It was originally the farmhouse for a dairy farm. But now it is smack in the burbs. The surrounding land was sold off and developed and now my house sits on a normal sized suburban lot. The beauty of it is that my house is like a little pocket of country conveniently located near the city.
One of my favorite features is the carriage house.
Yep, it’s a genuine carriage house. It was never a barn or anything like that. I assume they kept the carriages in it. I still keep the carriages in it … well, the cars. But only in the winter.
In the summer it becomes my workshop extraordinaire. It is filled with furniture and other goodies waiting to be transformed. Then twice a year, once in June and once in early October, it hosts the Carriage House Sale. The occasional sale that my like minded friends and I put on.