OK... I am not going to lie - this abandoned trailer, although cute and pink is not for sale. But I swear I never saw that black and white sign above my head that said I wasn't supposed to fall into the trap of my curiosity. How's a girl to have fun in the middle of the woods, unless she explores some mysteries? This trailer contains several genre of freaky that pulled me towards it and even inside it, like a bug to a bug light...
It seemed to be loved and cared at some time - by someone who planned to come back and continue to love their peachy hide out in the woods...but as the inscription in the concrete says " The Mathus's 1985", I am kinda thinking shortly after the late 80's maybe no one ever came back.
Bort came with me, which added a layer of fun... two sets of eyes see twice as much creepy, and also I enjoy greatly watching someone else jump when something touches them or falls cause everything around is a quiet horror.
Bort came with me, which added a layer of fun... two sets of eyes see twice as much creepy, and also I enjoy greatly watching someone else jump when something touches them or falls cause everything around is a quiet horror.
ON THE INSIDE::::::
It smelled of mold, and that old rotten funk of things from the 1970's and 1980's when moisture begins to eat them into non existence. The kitchen area had picnic plates and hard plastic fake flowers at the table - things placed in such a way as if someone had made them tidy while letting the walls fall down around them - a skitzzzzophrenic sort of decay.
There were old furnishings, like a snazzy old leather sofa, a bed with sheets still on it, a cot, a lawn chair --- then odd shit like a big rain barrel thrown in the living area.
There was this cool rusted old wood stove, which I LOVED because I used to have one just like it at my favorite house in Marshall NC - I had gotten mine at the thrift store and it had a sort of sentimental value that I can't describe - except it touched on my love of the lifestyle I live.
At the front broken window was a table with utensils on it, with this beautiful old 70's steak knife. A fake wood handle, with floral decor and instead of being "made in china" it was "made in England" !
The back door was open, the lock busted --- unlike the front which strangely had a pad lock on it, even though every window was busted so big you could stick half your body in it and reach over.
Also, next to the door was this cool handle .... door handle, or handle jus' ta' help ya on in tha' door????
Inside that door was a small back bedroom full of broken glass and wire cots and bed frames. A sliding door closet, and a little mirrored medicine cabinet.
THE BATHROOM was most volatile!!!! Freaking awesome plastic tile floor which brought me back to my childhood, the floors in my Paw Paw's cajun house down in the swamps of raceland , LA... nobody makes these brick red and psychedelic patterns anymore.
The bathroom itself, was a nightmare beyond all nightmares - It woulda made my OCD mom faint, and put the fear of instant death into the chemically sensitive, and plain grossed out most humans.
There were old furnishings, like a snazzy old leather sofa, a bed with sheets still on it, a cot, a lawn chair --- then odd shit like a big rain barrel thrown in the living area.
There was this cool rusted old wood stove, which I LOVED because I used to have one just like it at my favorite house in Marshall NC - I had gotten mine at the thrift store and it had a sort of sentimental value that I can't describe - except it touched on my love of the lifestyle I live.
At the front broken window was a table with utensils on it, with this beautiful old 70's steak knife. A fake wood handle, with floral decor and instead of being "made in china" it was "made in England" !
The back door was open, the lock busted --- unlike the front which strangely had a pad lock on it, even though every window was busted so big you could stick half your body in it and reach over.
Also, next to the door was this cool handle .... door handle, or handle jus' ta' help ya on in tha' door????
Inside that door was a small back bedroom full of broken glass and wire cots and bed frames. A sliding door closet, and a little mirrored medicine cabinet.
THE BATHROOM was most volatile!!!! Freaking awesome plastic tile floor which brought me back to my childhood, the floors in my Paw Paw's cajun house down in the swamps of raceland , LA... nobody makes these brick red and psychedelic patterns anymore.
The bathroom itself, was a nightmare beyond all nightmares - It woulda made my OCD mom faint, and put the fear of instant death into the chemically sensitive, and plain grossed out most humans. Ya see that bright f-en green junk in the toilet, that jus' a bit o' ANTI-Freeze. WTF?
With some tennis shoes in the bathroom sink.....
And bunches of cigarette ashes in the soap dish/ toothpaste holder....
With some tennis shoes in the bathroom sink.....
And bunches of cigarette ashes in the soap dish/ toothpaste holder....
BACK OUTSIDE::::
Was my favorite feature .... the sink that leads to nowhere with no water ! Playing pretend is always fun!
That sink is just set up out in the yard, but not far at all from the trailer, ya see?
I was thinking about setting up all the plates, utensils and glasses (from the kitchen) up like a ghost picnic at the awkwardly tall black metal and wooden table out front..... but thought maybe scaring the locals would be a bad thing.....
That sink is just set up out in the yard, but not far at all from the trailer, ya see?
I was thinking about setting up all the plates, utensils and glasses (from the kitchen) up like a ghost picnic at the awkwardly tall black metal and wooden table out front..... but thought maybe scaring the locals would be a bad thing.....WOuld YoU have done it?
PS - the title of this post "she's my trailer pie" refers to a spoof on this song.
XOXOXxxx
PS - the title of this post "she's my trailer pie" refers to a spoof on this song.XOXOXxxx
