My sister and I had been on the hunt for a vintage trailer since last summer, when the "fever" set in. Winters in Wisconsin aren't very conducive to trailer fixing, though, so we took a search-hiatus -- but the warm weather (finally!) set things in motion again. This little Shasta was listed on Craigslist, and located only 5 blocks away from me. Once I saw here, I knew she had to be mine. I could see past all of her ugly, broken trappings to what she could be: glamorous. divine. gorgeous. mine.

Here she is the day we brought her home. Try not to be frightened.
Can you believe I bought something in this condition... yikes!
Gross... There's the broken table and part of the "replacement ceiling." Um, yeah.
Oh, did I mention the electrical doesn't work? At all. Oh well, good thing my DH knows a bit about wiring.
Potty closet. Handy. I'm not sure anyone bigger than a child could fit in that tiny closet (and I don't just mean under that little nook -- the whole closet is teeny.)
Check out that ceiling. 
More grossness and a weird replacement table. We have two!