Less of a Mess: Part 2
Well, I’m about to sign off for the year, but I think it’s in character that we’ve been working up to the last minute of
Well, I’m about to sign off for the year, but I think it’s in character that we’ve been working up to the last minute of
You know we live in a garage, right? Or, more accurately, a finished room off of a garage that used to be an old gas
I have something like fifteen windows in my house with unfinished wood trim, just waiting for someone to pick a stain color and get moving
So back in September I kept teasing you guys, saying I was working on a fun project in conjunction with Old House Web and I’d
The donkeys are getting used to that cold white stuff on the ground, and they are also getting used to us dressing them up for
Let’s be honest here, unless things go horribly wrong with my life plan, the room in which laundry is done will be the room in
Twenty-ten will be known around our house for many things (notably the year we built most of the house) but on a personal level I
(But still kinda do.) Because let’s be honest, I don’t ever want to be responsible for taping and mudding the drywall joints in an entire
So, good news on the home front is that all of the drywall has been installed in the house except for an inexplicably blank spot
I’ve been talking about the impending deep-freeze for months and hey look, we’ve entered the 2010 ice age in Southern Michigan. Unfortunately Month 8 is
Do you have one of these? A slightly obscure question which should have an answer, but for some unknown reason all of the planets have
I know, I know… how many days of looking at blank wallboard can I really find exiting enough to post on the internet, and here’s
The title says it all, does it not? This is the “finished” side of the house. I can now say I have a bedroom. Actual
I’ve got big ideas, big decisions to make, big things to say– about the water leaking through the middle of my door, the lack of
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