Um. Yikes. Was this a good idea?

So, we drove to Rolfe. Nice folks that were getting rid of the vintage camper. They reported that they had owned it for three years, and hadn't really stayed in it themselves in over a year or so. They held on to it since they knew the little vintage campers were kind of unique and they let other family members borrow it, but eventually realized that they were more the "big camper" type of people. They pointed down the road to show us their fancy 32 foot camper that kept their family busy. I think they were serious campers. Like not hobby campers. Not glampers. Not Pinterest-inspired renovators.

Hubby began to inspect the camper. Little man and I just walked around nervously. "Mom, are we getting this?" I didn't know what to say. "Ask your Dad." He runs and asks his father. I get the feeling that hubby was unsure if we should actually be making this investment. I trust him in these situations. Ok, in all situations, but really in these situations. He is handy and creative and capable of projects big and small but I sensed his apprehension. It looked run down. Really run down. Like, would I ever spend the night in this thing kind of thing run down. I wasn't sure what to say either. I was hesitant but also somewhat inspired by the potential and awesomeness of this little restored vintage camper.

Hubby began to negotiate price. It was a starting point.  Silence. I probably should have stayed in the car. We would have gotten a better price. They began to say what they were comfortable selling it for and before I knew it I was yelling out something like GREAT! That is exactly what we agreed we would pay on the way here! Umm. More silence. This time from hubby. :) I realized this was about $300 higher than what he'd just offered. Fast forward a few more awkward moments and I begin blurting out more about Pinterest and wanting to find a hobby and.... seriously, why was I still talking??? And, the next thing I know our four year old (kind of a mini-me) was cheering that we were getting the camper, too...and hubby patiently, lovingly just smiles at both of us. He's the best.

On the way home, hubby reminded me (in jest) that my negotiation skills aren't the best, but that it will all work out. We didn't get a steal...or maybe even a deal...but we did end up with one of the only vintage campers currently available in Iowa. In fairness, I don't know if it is my lack of negotiation skills or simply my discomfort with silence. Or both. Either way, we probably could have gotten a better deal had I stayed in the car,  But, it was ours. And, I was ready to get creative.

And, then on the way home, I started getting a little buyers remorse. And, I started questioning our decision to take cash out of our "granite countertop fund" to buy a vintage camper. And then we got home. Our little man was so excited to move the vintage camper into the garage (yep, we're parking outside so that we can work on it this winter. Wait, to clarify, sweet husband is parking outside so that my car can be inside the garage.) Here's a picture of little man directing his dad into the garage:

Yep. He's using a glow stick. One of his stocking stuffers that is like a mini-light saber. Yep, we're raising a Star Wars fan like his father before him. Anyway, back to the camper....

...she fits nicely inside the garage. Inside. So, not at the farm. Yet*. *Just kidding, Dad.* Kind of. :)

We start getting silly and we're freezing cold and tired but having a blast.

We're celebrating the new little addition to our family. We're celebrating the potential of this happy little vintage camper. The possibility of Little Miss Sunshine. And, then we decide to turn on the lights in the camper to take a closer look. And it hit us. Ummm. Yikes. Was this a good idea?

We realize all of a sudden that this sweet little camper STINKS. I mean really stinks. Like, I am not sure I even see this thing becoming a hip little Pinterest worthy camper kind of stink. We remove the cushions and see more of the exposed damage which will require us to replace the inside panel.

And another spot that will require some replacement. I now see why hubby was more hesitant to make a full price offer. Should this have been a deal breaker? Hubby reminds me that we wanted a challenge. He's always so much more optimistic than I am.

We start focusing on the positive (a lesson in itself) and find the vintage wire bracket light pretty charming and comment on how much we love the little turquoise stovetop.

 We remove the yucky curtains. And, open up the windows.  

And, before I head into the house, I peel away my first few boards from the walls of our new project. And, I officially become, with the very breaking of these tiny little boards, more than I thought I initially was. A gal with a hobby. A woman who is more than her work. A mama who is focused on fun and family and creating memories and silly times with the two boys I love most in this world. 

This little vintage camper is a long way from little miss sunshine, the happy little camper. She needs some work. Some TLC. Some creativity. Some Restoration. But, she'll get there. And, I will, too.

I blame Pinterest. The idea behind the road trip to Rolfe.

I promised myself that I'd find a hobby in 2014. I just didn't expect it to be restoring a vintage camper. But a few weeks prior to the close of 2013, my hubby and I found ourselves in discussion about restoring a vintage camper. And, we couldn't shake the idea. It just sounded cool. And, fun. And, exciting. Literally, on New Year's Eve,  instead of partying the night away, we were snuggled up in bed looking at craigslist ads and other sites with Vintage Campers for sale. After coming across a picture of these little cuties, we both felt bitten by the vintage camper bug.

The thought of Glamping ("glamorous camping") sounded like a pretty good idea that would blend my Eagle Scout hubby's love for camping, our enjoyment for design on a dime, and my sincere commitment to find a hobby = instant success, right? I could learn to restore. I could learn to sew. I could learn to paint. I could become a glamper. My free minutes were spent exploring possibilities. I was on a mission to find a vintage, classic camper.

The problem is, they aren't as readily available as one might guess. And, many of the ones that are available and affordable aren't really as glamorous and restored and adorable as they appear to be in the pictures I posted on Pinterest. Who knew?  Yep. Everybody. Despite the disbelief of our family, we ventured on. I pinned picture after picture of cute little renovated campers before bed. I made cold calls and sent random text messages to random strangers that I came across on websites that were selling vintage campers trying to get a lead on one for our winter project. I started google-mapping how far away certain campers were to find if we could go "check one out" over a weekend trip. Sound a little crazy? Probably. But, it was fun. And, I wasn't thinking about work in my free time. And, before I knew it, I had a hobby. My friends that know me really well keep asking if I'm sure about my new hobby. "We don't really see you as the camping type" they say in somewhat disbelief. Who said camping is my new hobby? I'm thinking about painting, and creating, and sewing, and finding vintage lights, and funky fabric. I will be learning to make this thing beautiful again. We'll work on the whole idea of actually staying in the camper overnight thing when the time comes. I'll cross that bridge when we get there. I think I'll get there. Maybe not a full fledged camper, but definitely a glamper. Seriously, Eagle Scout, I promise. :)