Most of the people who read this blog know that my husband and I bought his dad's place near a small town in Montana last year. The house is on a steep road that winds up a mountain, through our gate and around some ponderosas and deposits you next to a woodpile. It's an interesting place to have a house and I still can't figure out why anyone thought to build it there. But so they did, along with our neighbors' place down the road.
It has one small claim to fame. Holly Hunter, I am told, stayed there in the 1980's while she was filming the movie Always.
I wonder what she thought of the orange carpet.
I've been planning a green remodel of this place since before we signed the papers. It's not merely that it sports decor that would frighten a baby. It's that things are starting to fall apart. Which secretly pleases me to no end, because now I don't have to feel guilty about replacing the bright blue toilet and the mauve sink. This is an architecturally interesting home, with rooms placed in counterintuitive spaces, a crow's nest on the top and a solarium pulling it all together. But I really can't stand the blue carpet with the brass track lighting. It taunts me.
My father-in-law lived there during the summers for six years and the atrocious decor didn't bother him a bit. Of course, neither did the dirt. The epiphany that my father-in-law is oblivious to his surroundings arrived when I pulled open the front door last fall and found, lodged in the doorjamb, the perfectly preserved skeleton of a chameleon who'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time. When that wrong time actually was is anyone's guess, but I'm betting on at least two years.
So it falls to us to rid our mountain space of the reptile carcasses and orange carpet. I was reminded of all this by a post from Redneck Mother on her imminent green bathroom remodel. This reminded me that I have Things To Do before our next trip over the Fourth of July, and I scurried off to gaze at wool carpets, cork flooring and composting toilets.
She got a couple of chickens to ease her anxiety over her remodel. What do I have but a dead lizard?