The Devil Queen

How my wife and I sold our souls to the Queen Anne Victorian we tried to save.

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Location: Crow Mountain, Arkansas, United States

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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Monday, September 25, 2006

Fighting Dirty

Sure, the old whore landed a solid kick to my shin, but it didn’t stop me from working the laundry room over. I patched over several nail heads the sheetrock guy missed (actually, they were supposed to be hidden behind the chair rail, but it didn’t work out that way), I gave the beadboard ceiling its first coat of primer, and I primed about 80% of walls.

[This bruise is in the middle of my right shin. I bruise very easily, and I got this beauty from leaning against the top rung of the step-ladder on & off for about 6 hours. Admit it, you’re jealous.]

Ms. Scarlet spent most of the weekend laid-low by a nasty cold. None the less, I pressed her into service as the photography slave. Here are some pictures of our work in progress.

In case you're wondering, I was wearing the mask because of all the dust the vacuum kicked up when I prepared the room for painting.

The ceiling will take a lot of caulk to seal-up. The boards are all salvage, and the tongues & grooves were in pretty sad shape. In several places, the gaps are wide enough that insulation is bulging out. That won’t do. I figure 6 to 8 tubes of caulk ought to take care of this problem. Then, another coat or two of primer and we’re ready to paint. At this rate, we’ll have this room finished in 2022.


Blogger SmilingJudy said...

I have the same ladder-leaning-shin-bruising issue every time I'm on a ladder. Weird.

I love caulk, but I do not envy the task of caulking the ceiling. Ugh.

Yes, that's pity. Feel better? ;-)

7:33 PM  
Anonymous Annie said...

Oh my God - finishing that ceiling is going to be seriously chiropractor inducing. Sympathy of the been there, done that kind coming from New England, too.

12:15 PM  
Blogger John said...

Sympathy and pity? Wow, thanks!
I must look & sound really bad.

Really, it could be much worse (threading three strands of 150 foot electrical cable through conduit from the meter to the Queen comes to mind). I'm just thrilled to be finished with the paint scraping in this room.


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