Well now, I can't believe I have a blog called Rocktown, Indiana, which is a pseudo-self-deprecating, tongue-in-cheek reflection upon the cultural geographics of my life choices, and I've never mentioned the trailer. I spent most of the 1990s in this trailer, and had it been located in some sweet rural woods rather than a trailer park, I'd still be there. It's a 1963_________ I can't remember the brand. The label was right by the door and I saw read it every day. The main part is 10' x 50', with an attached 16" x 20" garage. I visualized what I wanted, scoured the "Trader", and found it, for $1800.
Original turquoise fridge and sink, "banana" breakfast bar. This front area was an open space about 30' long with two of the lofted window areas, and a bumped out area that widen the space.. The back room had a third such window.
I installed a climbing pole and the cats ruled the lofted window areas.
I died when I walked into a fabric store, looking for something cheap to cover the banana bar, and found this. It wasn't cheap, but it was perfect.
This is the only home I've ever really "decorated". I just kept finding the perfect things. The end. (hee-hee. that's Ava's manxy ass coming out of the [original turquoise] sink).