And Then The Floodgates Opened
So far this week I’m averaging about four hours of sleep per night, and I don’t know if that’s because I’m having a little post-traumatic
So far this week I’m averaging about four hours of sleep per night, and I don’t know if that’s because I’m having a little post-traumatic
I’m sure a wise person once said that you should take a little time to enjoy big accomplishments before moving on to the next thing,
If somehow you missed that almost every single post on this website for the last three months was about a list of repairs the bank
For those of us who build things but don’t necessarily make them look pretty, there’s a certain, um, tightness of chest that comes when it’s
This? This was one of the more compelling features of this property when I bought it. Do you know how hard it is to find
The only way I can describe what it feels like inside my body after five days of hammering, hanging 10 foot sheets of barn siding,
First off, I have to say that the awesome comments and enthusiasm about my big win with the barn siding have totally kept me going
When people who haven’t been here before visit the Liberty House the thing first they say is usually either “whoa, you are out here” or
Here are things you will believe: 1.) By 11 AM on Friday morning I already had paint on my eyelid. 2.) I thought this was
I took a few days off from my day job over this week and next week, which means I’ve got five full days to knock
I don’t have a lot of words left in me today, mostly because I have a bloody lip and a splinter in my face (completely
Lost, somewhere in the barn loft: Sanity. Found, somewhere in the barn loft: One potentially fabulous chair… Ten clearly fabulous and almost completely intact metal
This weekend I bought myself four new tools in the span of about 36 hours. This could indicate one of two things. 1.) I just
One of the many things I didn’t anticipate about buying a huge old farmhouse was how many outdoor spaces I would feel compelled to fill
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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