Because it’s late Sunday night and I just woke up sprawled in the middle of the master bedroom floor with both paint and drool dried
All I’m saying is that I’m pretty sure in the last three months I’ve developed an allergic reaction to hunter green. So it was well
UPDATED: Even more checked off the list! You know those little voodoo dolls I may or may not have in the likeness of the appraiser
I think the technical term for these may be balusters, but whatever name you use, my front porch contains a lot of them. A lot.
Since it was ninety-seven degrees in my house last weekend, it seemed like building a clothesline so that I wouldn’t have to run the dryer
You may have started to get the impression that all I do around the Liberty House these days is paint stuff and talk about the
For some reason, this project was the DIY equivalent of how I feel about doing the dishes. One of those things I knew had to
It’s safe to say I’ve been on a roll around the house for the past few weekends, and the question I get most often from
When I’m standing in the back yard, my view to the West looks like this… So you can see why I don’t often spend a
Most days my productivity around the house can be gauged by how filthy I am at the end of the day, and the fact that
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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