It's not a Shasta, but what the hell...

This is the crazy story of my vintage camper...Yes, I'll admit it. I've wanted one for awhile. To camp? Oh hell no. I'm not really a camper. A 4 star hotel is camping for me. Seriously. I find it all a little offensive, this woods stuff and no convenient food or drink. However, my husband and children like to camp. Once a year they "camp" in the backyard, in a ridiculously small tent (Brian's feet hang out and everything!). Or they go and rent a little cabin at a friends KOA. I stay home. No and thank you. Give me electricity or give me death! I will pass. However, a playhouse all my own....perhaps....this I could consider! We have a perfectly lovely spare lot next to our house that we pay taxes on yearly. It's partially wooded and has ivy and trees growing all around. I built a fire pit there last spring (yep, me!). So I've often fantasied about a cabin, greenhouse, tree house, fort, or whatever, out there. Enter Pinterest, with it's hair-brained schemes! I honestly don't remember where I saw my first vintage trailer, but I saw the potential immediately!

So I saw a cheapo vintage canned ham out in South Haven and tried to nab it....but it was sold! Heartbroken, I came across this vintageFrolic! It's a mess, but something about her make me BELIEVE! Stay Tuned....Adventures Ahead!