We grabbed some buckets, towels, a screwdriver, and went to work. Taylor's parents came down a couple days later, but we got as much cleaning done as we could (oh--- did I mention there was no running water? Try washing baseboards using milk jugs filled with water. Not fun).
The house was painted these horrible dark colors. Midnight blue in the living room, burgundy in the back. The rest of the colors were vaguely reminiscent of vomit and mashed peas. Ick.
Notice that nasty carpet? In the incredible darkness you can't see the grossly discolored ick spot smack-dab in the center of the room. Yeah, that quickly got torn up.
Still, we were in love with the house. It needed a bit of cosmetic work, but some fresh paint really helped quite a bit.
Coming soon: In-progress pictures!