I’m Erin Woodall
[ pleased to meet you ]
When I was nine, my family bought a house in Russell, Kansas. I remember it was a huge house and over 100 years old. It was all limestone, with meathooks installed outside and the insulation was made of horse hair.
Others may have looked at it and seen a dump, but not my mother. She inspired my creativity and drive. I steamed off wallpaper with vinegar and hot water, carried away loads of drywall, watched sanders turn the old wooden floor into something rich and beautiful.
At nine years old, I had no idea how much I would learn and love. Those walls became our home after a year of hard work.