As autumn hits its full stride and we watch leaves complete their fall to the ground, I remember the beginnings of spring and seeing life begin to show itself around us.
I moved into a new house in August. At 50 years old, it has tons of character. I hope to be as hip as this place when I turn 50. It screams retro in most rooms. One item in particular was the stove. I have a feeling it is almost as old as the house itself. While beautiful and big at 40″ wide and having 2 ovens, I needed to replace it with something that would consistently turn the burners on and had oven doors that would open. I took a couple pictures of it before having it hauled away by Sears.