Shoestring Manor: Lessons in Home, Life, and Letting Go
Some homes are meant to be forever, and others are meant to be stepping stones. For me, “Shoestring Manor”, an 1820s house on Route 1 in Thomaston, Maine, was both a haven and a teacher. Built by one of the original overseers of the Maine State Prison (the very one Stephen King dubbed Shawshank), the house had lived many lives: from saltbox colonial to craftsman-style home. When I purchased it, I didn’t realize it would become the bridge between leaving my past in Louisiana and fully embracing my new life in Maine.

A House with History
Shoestring Manor was full of charm: pumpkin pine floors upstairs, wood that carried centuries of footsteps, and rooms that had been painted every color of the rainbow by the previous owner. With a little effort, I began to pull its character forward…refinishing wood floors, painting the walls in more cohesive tones, and adding a touch of Southern elegance to its New England bones.
A Winter of Change
I still remember driving 1,800 miles alone in a U-Haul, arriving in the dead of a Maine winter while James was flying cargo planes around the world, helping transport medical supplies during the pandemic. That house became my anchor in a season of uncertainty. I officially retired from the fire service there, navigated a few part-time jobs, and eventually landed at the winery. It wasn’t always easy. There were lonely moments, icy mornings, and plenty of growing pains, But, Shoestring Manor gave me space to breathe, reflect, and begin again.








Small Joys, Everyday Beauty
Shoestring Manor was also where life slowed down in the sweetest ways. I had a cocktail sitting room that became a place for laughter and wine with visiting friends. Early spring flowers bloomed along the deck, reminding me that beauty shows up even after the hardest winters. Meals were simple but meaningful, shared with loved ones who came to see me in this new chapter of life.
The Life Lesson of Letting Go
When the housing market began to surge, I made the decision to list Shoestring Manor at what felt like an almost outrageous price. To my surprise, it sold quickly. Letting go was bittersweet, I had poured myself into the house. But it also gave me the freedom and capital to invest in The Beehive, the true center of our story. Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is release something good to make room for something greater.
Renovating with Heart (and a Budget)
The sale of Shoestring Manor allowed James and I to begin much-needed updates at the Beehive Estate:
- Rebuilt the large deck and added cobblestone pavers underneath.
- Renovated the guest space and bathroom above the garage, creating a welcoming haven for visitors.
- Designed a stone patio for the cottage, a place for summer dinners and long conversations.
- Hung a daybed swing under the deck, handcrafted from reclaimed Louisiana cypress…a piece of my roots in our Maine home.

These updates reminded me that creating beauty doesn’t always mean starting from scratch. With vision, patience, and a few meaningful touches, even small changes can transform a space.
What Shoestring Manor Taught Me
Shoestring Manor was never my “forever” house, but it taught me lessons I’ll carry with me always:
- Stepping stones matter. Some homes, like some seasons, are meant to prepare us for what’s next.
- Small updates can make a big impact. Paint, refinished floors, and cohesive touches can bring life back to an older home without breaking the bank.
- Letting go can be an upgrade. Releasing Shoestring Manor gave me the freedom to invest in The Beehive, and to move forward in the life I was meant to live.
Looking back, Shoestring Manor was never just a house…it was a chapter. It carried me through transition, gave me room to rediscover who I was, and ultimately made way for the next phase of life on the Maine coast. It reminded me that homes are not just structures; they are mirrors of where we are in our own journey.
For more reflections on travel, home, and creating beauty where you are, join me on Unpacked with Shannon DalPozzal or explore my memoir, Of a Woman: The Journey to Becoming.