Marty McFly was duped. You don’t need a time machine to see what it was like to live in the middle part of last century. All you need are a few hours on a Saturday morning at some estate sales, and you’ll be more intimately acquainted with those bygone eras than you ever thought possible.…
“Will anything even grow back here?” David asked, bending down to inspect the bare, sandy soil that looked as if horses had just trampled through it. We had just closed on the Retro Ranch and now owned 10,000 sq. feet of dirt that we had absolutely no idea what to do with. “The hell if I know.…
It was finally summer in Portland. We moved into the Retro Ranch in late October, the beginning of the rainy season in the Pacific Northwest, and never got the chance to spend much time studying the exterior of it until now. This is when we determined that our house? Was the color of butter. And I’m not…
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. The former refers to finding a mint condition set of gorgeous 1960’s sinks at the ReBuilding Center on a sunny Saturday morning. The latter refers to the installation of these mighty pastel beasts. The Cadillac of Sinks The Crane Criterion was the top of the line…
I didn’t even know what an escutcheon was until we bought our house and discovered this place. After every visit we always say we aren’t going to come back again next weekend. We argue with ourselves that we already HAVE enough projects, and the last thing we need are more random retro items taking up space…
We assumed it was going to be a pretty ordinary, dark and rainy November night in Portland, Oregon. We just moved into the Retro Ranch 10 days earlier, and were excited to finally begin some simple interior painting projects. Easy stuff. It was late, and I was edging the final corner of the room that I had…
