Last summer, a 70s ranchburger came into my life. I remember looking up at the old split-level, the low-slung roof barely visible on the hilltop, an architectural orphan with poor bones and no clear style. It wasn't love at first sight. Rumor has it, the home had been built without blueprints, and over the years, it had been remodeled many times. The result was a far cry from the gorgeous Mid-Century Modern that stood next-door. Nor did it resemble a French Country cottage, as the sales brochure had promised.
But I saw great potential. I still do.