The hideous mustard-colored walls and frumpy valance that the people who owned just before us never changed (and I don't miss those green floor tiles in the least):
Strange dollhouses in D's mancave:
(Although the curved sofa is some kind of 1980s awesome sauce I could have decorated around.)
We're far less patriotic than two owners ago: the eagle is gone and we don't have a flag out:
And neither of us plays the organ (but look how much newer the 1980s carpet looked):
This is the creepiest one: everything I hate in one spot:
What I found most curious is that the couple we bought the house from appeared to do absolutely nothing to it during the three and a half years they owned it. It's as if they kept it as a time capsule to these owners. I also know why we inherited the ugly kitchen "island" at closing: the 2009 owners left it for them, too....