Storyhardt Farm – My story, How I got here and love DIY!

I was born in February 1986, I was home schooled and raised on my family’s golf course and my grandparents’ (retired) dairy farm in northern Minnesota. I lived and breathed that golf course, I was a damn fine golfer and mowed so much grass to this day I refuse to mow even my own lawn.

I met a man from Oklahoma online during that time.

I owned a house before I bought my first car when I was 19 in 2005. I bought it on a cosign with him down in Oklahoma with the plans to renovate it and sell it for a profit and that story goes: I learned how NOT to do a renovation and to NEVER EVER EVER cosign for anyone.

I lost six years of my life splitting my time there renovating that house and my time here helping run the golf course and he totally destroyed my credit score.

Minnesota had been hollering me back for years, it was WAY past time that I listened.

I came home for good with my tail tucked firmly between my legs, pissed off, exhausted and broke in August of 2010. That year turned into a landmark year for my mom and I. In the next two months my family sold/lost almost everything (including the golf course) and my folks got divorced.

Everything changed in that two months, every certainty, every belief, every plan I had ever had for the future – it all absolutely vanished. The golf school brochures went into a drawer to be eventually thrown away.

I was shell shocked.

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I grabbed my freedom by the horns and kind of went wild. Everything I had missed by being home schooled. Everything I had missed by being tied to someone from another state for six years.

What can I say? I missed EVERYTHING and I had a lot of catching up to do!

During that time I also finished and published my first novel. Unfortunately this story has a real sad note though as in just a couple of years I also lost my three childhood dogs and my last two grandparents: my two Grandmas – I got back home just in time to experience a load of grief.

By the summer of 2013 I was ready to start working toward something again. (Its a sickness I inherited from my Mom’s side of the family – we’re not happy unless we’re working on something.)

With the passing of my grandma Charlotte my mom, aunt and I began the clean out of the 100 year old house, barn and out buildings. There was A LOT of furniture, far more then any of us had ever anticipated.

Nobody knew what to do with any of it and no one wanted to sell it either!

My aunt and mom took the few pieces they had room for (they kept everything my grandparents’ had ever made as they had retired from farming to wood working) and then there was me, hand raised, grinning in shock at myself, I wanted it all.

I had no idea why but my heart just burst!

As long as I lived there would be no selling a single beautiful old piece, every one of them would be a part of my story somehow!

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And so we filled one whole stall of my mom’s garage and in August of 2013, almost exactly three years since I came home for good from Oklahoma, I embarked on my furniture refinishing adventure. I had never done anything like it before but I learned quick!

It saved me.

It gave me hope.

It filled my heart when I was down and my hands, having done nothing but hold cigarettes and glasses of alcohol for the last three years, learned again how to create, mold, nurture. It helped me heal.

I had purpose again.

Since moving back I had been quietly on the lookout for a little place of my own. I hadn’t really told anyone about it but my mom and I had stopped and looked at a few small (very old) farm houses that were in my budget and one original little school house that totally took my breath away.

I had this image in my mind of an old place that I could restore. That could be totally mine, that I could make right and beautiful again.

The story of a newly single gal that almost singelhandely renovated her Grandparents' 100 year old farmhouse. How at 30 years old she built her dream home!

Of course you already know it was right in front of me.

I was hollered home.

In April 2014 I began the adventure of the renovation of the 100 year old farm of my mom’s childhood, of my childhood, of all the fifty years my grandparents lived there together.

My mom, brother, dad, aunt, ex-husband and a couple of friends helped me some but there was still tremendous struggle and many ups and downs. It was my goal, my total focus, where I went every day after my day job and where I spent every single weekend.

With almost nothing hired out, I finished the electrical and the plumbing in December 2014. My ex asked me to marry him during those long LONG months while I was working alone on the house. In the summer of 2015 we moved in and began what I believed would be a life together filled with honesty and loyalty. I was wrong about him in every way.

Throwing him out was not an act of bravery but one of survival.

Someone asked me afterward, “Aren’t you lonely now?” And I realized that I was FAR less lonely, sitting at home alone, than when he had ever been here.

It was YEARS past time for my home to be one for get togethers, bon fires, whiskey and wine and cards against humanity, guitar hero and mario cart! Being surrounded by people that understand these are the times that we work for, that make life worth living and that there is nothing more important.

My home could finally become all I dreamed it would be that he never allowed.

A place for get togethers, bon fires, whiskey and wine and cards against humanity, guitar hero and Mario cart! A home all of my family and friends would know they could stop by absolutely anytime. A home for people that understand that these are the times that we work for, that make life worth living and that there is nothing more important. (How I allowed him to take it all from me, even for just a couple of years after I had worked so hard for it, remains an utter abhorrence of my past. I’ve simply never been more disappointed in myself.)

A couple of months after my divorce I came home and noticed how bare the front of the house looked.

Once upon a time my Grandparents’ made a sign with their last name on it that had hung there for decades. My ex had replaced it with one that had had his last name on it.

Now, with both signs gone, my little farmhouse had a bare spot. Like with all hard decisions in my life I went looking to my grandmas for help. My Grandma Charlotte’s maiden name was Story and my Grandma Eleonora’s maiden name was Neuhardt – with the combining of the two I christened my home Storyhardt Farm and dated it December 15, 2017. The date my divorce was final – the date this place became entirely MINE.

It felt as though my life, finally, clicked into the place it was supposed to be and so much of it is due to this little home of mine. Having this place to take care of because it takes such good care of me is the happy story of my life.

This house MOVED me on.

Using vinyl words and lettering to make a new sign for the front of my house. Storyhardt Farm est. 12/15/17 Welcome to Grandma's House. DIY Do it yourself, tips on how to apply vinyl lettering and paint to an old sign with rusty old hinges for a farmgirl and country girl look!

I spent two years happily single here, my life encompassing all that I had wanted it to be.

I worked a lot, I partied hard, I howled at the moon, I spent all the time with my family that my ex had taken from me and I got a TON done here on my home. I created my very own workshop, renovated my guest bedroom, remodeled my entryway/office/dining room and my laundry room, totally transformed my kitchen, tackled and insulated my garage and even finished all of the siding and yard clean up!

I eliminated all of the compromises I had made in an attempt to pacify my ex and also fix the work here that he did wrong and clean up all the trash he left behind.

It was an insane amount of work but I did right, finally, by my home.

Those two years as a single gal I wasn’t just fixing my home, I really was fixing me too in the exact same way. I was absolutely happy, I had found acceptance that if giving up everything for a loveless marriage or being alone were my options than I could totally live with that.

I was done fixing, I was content and I was happy. I guess it makes sense that it was then that I met someone.

Someone who didn’t want me to give up a damn thing.

His acceptance of me and all of my weirdness, my family, my work, my dreams, my job, my home and my blog is love I never knew was possible. He didn’t want me to change anything or have to give up anything, he just wanted to be a part of my life.

This little place of mine hollered my Lodi home too.

Life Changes, Happy Beginnings & the 2019 Fall Photo Gallery After being alone for two years after throwing my ex husband out, I actually met someone. Happy

Yes, you can do anything you put your mind to, male or female.

Houses, furniture, none of it cares how old you are or how strong you are or whether you know the difference between a reciprocating saw or a jig saw.

These are old trades and there may be no more satisfying a thing then the restoration of a home, a room, a bathroom vanity, a saved rocking chair that was destined for the dump, a saved dresser that went from a beast to a beauty.

This is the good stuff, the best of stuff, this is the stuff that gets under your finger nails and fills and nourishes your heart as well as your body. These labors transformed me just as deeply and completely as all of the transformations I have created along the way.

I hope this blog inspires you to start your own adventure someday!


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