You may be thinking, "Yay, but what is this slightly phallic image these strangers are thrusting in my face?" (By the way, I feel the same way about your unborn baby photos. But that's a conversation over wine that we'll save for another day.) Well, this is a picture of the hinge from what was once the front door. Now it's suspended in space on the parlor floor because at some point the main staircase was demolished and now the main entrance is at garden level.
Let me back up a bit, though. This weekend was our home inspection. I was expecting doom and gloom. But what we got was a nice gentleman who really didn't enjoy crawling under the house where -- unfortunately -- he had to writhe his amble form over many a diseased rodent. Other than that, though, no major upsets occurred. For such an old lady I was pretty surprised the bones were so solid.
So while the boys roamed around the house I went up to the second floor and started to play around with the former front door. Pete found me digging my car keys into the door, trying unsuccessfully to shave away years of paint that was gunked over the chain lock. Of course within three seconds he had the door open. And inside the door jam we uncovered the beauties pictured above. Can you believe something so intricate is a hidden detail?! Insanity. The treasure hunter in me is really hoping that once this property is ours that we find a lot more of these bonus elements around the house, instead of just the dead roach carcasses that are littered everywhere.
Next in the house buying process: appraisal + wait for the mortgage paperwork to process.