One fateful day, as I was scrolling through Facebook marketplace, I came across this image of a dilapidated 1960 Franklin camper. It wasn't exactly love at first sight, but I had a vision for a vintage camper/ mobile art shop, and this was the style and year I was interested in. That weekend I convinced my husband, Jordan to take the hour and half drive with me to check the camper out in person.
We were surprised to see that the camper was in better shape than we originally thought. We bargained with the seller and scooped her up for a whopping $620. On the way home I decided to name her "Frankie", in honor of her being a Franklin camper.
A few weeks later, the renovation began. The interior had 60 year old rotted wood and moldy insulation. Tearing all of this out was my least favorite part of the renovation. We saved interior cabinets and a few other original elements that we could repurpose later.
The musty smell of the camper after the tear out will haunt me for years.
Jordan questioning his life choices that led to this point.
One of our many attempts at removing the 3 layers of paint.