>This Old House!

Filed under: Carolina Bed and Breakfast, Innkeeping

>The Carolina Bed & Breakfast was built in 1901 which makes it pretty old on an American scale (I have French friend who felt cheated by American “Historic” districts. I think she expected log cabins or something. But that’s another story all together.) Anyway it’s an old house and as one might expect it has some failings. Now don’t get me wrong, I love this house. One of the reasons James and I chose to buy this Bed & Breakfast in Asheville, NC as opposed to the others we looked at,was the beautiful structure of the house and the chance to make it something really stunning. Right now, however, really stunning looks pretty far away.

Hopefully our guests have enjoyed staying here and felt pampered and taken care of (as they should). But do you ever wonder what goes on while you are feasting on a three course breakfast after a comfortable night on a new mattress and a hot shower when you wake up? Well, let me give you a clue!

We bought the Carolina Bed & Breakfast in mid-September, a mere six weeks ago. And to date, while everything has run more or less smoothly in the front of house here is a quick rundown of some of the adventures in the back of the house.

1. On a Friday evening with a full house, the oven exploded. Fortunately we have two ovens!

2. A mis-aimed jacuzzi jet resulted in a flooded bathroom and the dining room ceiling collapsing. The guests were in the parlor sipping on their wine and by the time breakfast came around it had been sorted out, so it just added “old house color”. At least this is what I comfort myself with.

3. The electricity has gone out twice, both times at night. (Not a fault of the house, the outages have been neighborhood ones but still…)

4. Heavy rains resulted in a river running into and then out of our basement.

5. 5AM in the morning and no hot water!!! Did you know there are plumbers with 24 hour hotlines? Hot water up and running by 7AM. No one noticed.

6. The outdoor lights are supposed to be on a timer but it seems the timer is me, creeping outside at nightfall and trying to figure out how to turn them on. So now I creep out and manually turn them on every night. Curiously, they manage to turn themselves OFF in the morning.

It’s adventure, but a good one. I am learning to never let anything phase me, never turn a hair; just figure out how, in the immortal words of Tim Gunn, to “make it work”. I think that the things that go wrong are going to be part of the adventure and keeping a positive and happy attitude a skill to be learned and use throughout the rest of my life!


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