Now THAT’S a color.
It’s hard to capture paint color at night (or ever) with a camera, so I’ll give you the with- and without-flash shots both to give
It’s hard to capture paint color at night (or ever) with a camera, so I’ll give you the with- and without-flash shots both to give
I’ve decided that getting the office painted and set up upstairs is the next logical project to take on in the house. I’ve also learned
… but not without a lot of swearing. Just like gravity is a law of Physics, the fact that one project will always lead to
But that isn’t to say the progress isn’t remarkable. Before the basement was a workshop: The “I took this picture after a glass of wine”
For a while there I thought I may actually have lost my project-addiction, killed off by textbooks and lack of weekends. So it came as
DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional carpenter, woodworker, or crown molding hanger. I’m just a girl with a dremmel, some rotozip bits, and a miter
I'm not interested in a mediocre life. I'm here to kick ass or die.
Back in 2004 I started writing about my adventures in fixing up houses on the internet. A lot of things have changed since then, with me, with my houses, and with the internet. These days I am basically a cranky old man trapped in a slightly less old woman’s body. The internet has changed and I am staunchly refusing to change with it. You won’t find any algorithms here, or feeds, or ads, or social media. Just good old-fashioned stories about a woman drinking beer and building shit, and living an unexpected life.
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