When I envisioned restoring an old farmhouse, I knew there would be times where something would go horribly wrong and we’d laugh about it years later while recanting the story to our grandkids.

I just didn’t realize how quickly those stories would begin to add up.

Since moving in, we’ve had all sorts of discoveries that have made us laugh… for example, we bought a washer and dryer from David’s work bulletin board and hauled them upstairs to what’s currently set up as the laundry room.  When we installed the washer, we found there was no hot water hook-up (just cold).  Ha, ha.  Oh well.  Looks like we’ll only use cold water to wash our clothes.  When we installed the dryer, we found the vent doesn’t go outside– it goes to the basement and is clogged up.  Ha, ha.  Looks like we’ll have to hang up our clothes to dry them.

The latest discovery that wasn’t exactly charming is that all of the pipes in our house need to be replaced!  Yippee!  Not one, or some, but all!  The pipes are copper– which is a very expensive, built-to-last kind of plumbing from what I understand– but they’re over 60 years old (at least).

When a house sits abandoned for a year as ours did before we moved into it, the pipes aren’t used to water running through them.  We didn’t really give the house a fair warm-up when we moved in– we just started using the plumbing like you would any normal house.  Well apparently that made the pipes angry and they have started rebelling in the form of bursting.
photo (4)Here’s a photo of my amazing, amazing husband, who crawled underneath the foundation of the house (and when I say underneath, I mean REALLY far back– like 12 feet underneath) to fix yet another burst pipe.  (We had 3 burst within 4 days.)  He taught himself how to use pipe cutters and replace the old copper joints using PVC.  I’d write a blog post about how to do that, but I don’t know how… yet… and I get the feeling this will come up again.  Our contractor does plumbing so he said once he wraps up the kitchen/ a few other projects he can get to work replacing the pipes.  In the meantime, we’re stuck here like the little Dutch boy sticking his thumb in the hole in the dam.

Wish us luck!

Lynne