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.
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!