The Devil Queen
How my wife and I sold our souls to the Queen Anne Victorian we tried to save.
Synopsis: This is a cautionary tale. A seriously disturbed couple find the charming, old ruin of a Queen Anne Victorian in Russellville, Arkansas, and buy it for $1.00. They tore the roof off, cut it in half, and had it moved to some land they owned sixteen miles away because they didn't know any better. Since then, they have hired and fired contractors, had all of their tools stolen, re-wired, re-plumbed, insulated, and essentially rebuilt the entire house. Their only problem is that after four years it still isn't finished. Now they are tired, broke, and wonder what in the hell it is they've done to themselves. And, it's haunted.
(Last updated on April 3, 2008)
Press: Russellville Courier Article - December 2003, HGTV website article, AP story - October 2006, and Victorian Homes Magazine - February 2008 (link coming soon).
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Thursday, February 09, 2006
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3 Comments:
We've been around for a year now too online. I guess it's almost Houseblogs birthday as well then.
You sound so happy today, I think you are faking the weltanshaung (sp?)stuff. If you are happy with your house and the progress, you should come out and say it. An inflection point would be natural for someone who has worked this hard. I am hitting my inflection point, too. I will say, I got some shadenfreude (heheh) thinking about your 2 1/2 hour commute- tell me you do NOT do this every day each way??? I gave up work for pay long ago, and I married American.
It's 2 1/2 hours round trip (apx 150 miles), and I do it five days a week. I've been doing this for 3 1/2 years now.
As for the house, if I am hypothetically happy with the progress, I can't admit it. That would tempt the fates.
Without fail, everytime someone asks how my car is running or if my son has caught the stomach bug going around and I say, "it's running fine," or, "No, he's been really healthy," the car breaks down or my son throws-up on me the next day. Really.
So, even if I were happy, you can't make me say it.
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