Quick Chalkboard Storage Containers
I have to say that when the whole chalkboard craze started, I staunchly refused to dive headfirst into a can of chalky black paint. I
I have to say that when the whole chalkboard craze started, I staunchly refused to dive headfirst into a can of chalky black paint. I
Check this off the list of Things-I’ve-been-mentioning-for-a year-and-can-finally-shut-up-about: This house now has one big bathtub. (Technically I’ve only really been pining after it since it
Since I was playing with saws and nailers all weekend building mirror frames, I thought it was a good time to get a jump start
I’d been having a little difficulty picking out mirrors for the master bath. And by “a little difficulty” I mean that I developed a twitch
I’m finding that drawing up plans to build the perfect desk is slightly more difficult than, say, a bathroom vanity. The latter, as far as
Last weekend wasn’t all fun and playing with jigs, you know. There was serious work to be done to get the Master Bath ready for
Interior work brings with it the joy of figuring out how to attach two pieces of wood in a slightly more elegant manner than banging
“Let’s hang and finish some drywall!” Yeah. Here’s my guess at the three most common reactions to that statement: Your face squinched up. The blood
Well, I finally got out of my things-aren’t-working-out-the-way-I-planned funk about the concrete counters, which, if you remember had was preceded by a slight issue with
I have this love/hate relationship with school. I don’t love sitting in classrooms, but I don’t seem to be able to stop myself from going
I don’t know if was the best idea to put the office– possibly the most cluttered area of the house, second to the workshop, of
Do you ever think if you’d taken a right instead of a left at some point in your life you’d be in an entirely different
I might have mentioned before that I’m a horrible daughter who has been absorbed in building her own house for a year. About the time
I have a long history of hauling the hundred-and-fifty pound air compressor around behind me as I try to hang window trim, door trim, and
I’m starting to believe that someone could suffocate in the number of paint swatches I’ve managed to accumulate over the last couple of weeks. That
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