The one unequivocal statement that can be made about the parlor is that it’s no longer fifty shades of pink. I mean, it’s completely unfinished.
Last week the ladies from Ugly Duckling House, Young House Love, Bower Power, and Our Fifth House (just the name of that site exhausts me,
So, I’ve been talking about tearing the master bathroom out for… how long have I owned this house? Eight months? Yes, so basically every day
Let’s have a moment of truth here, because if nothing else I like to be honest with the entire Internet about my personal strengths (i.e.
For the last three years my concept of “decorating” has been limited to compulsively saving things to my Pinterest boards. Because, you know, I’ve been
A current inventory of my life includes: a missing patch of skin from my right forearm, two rooms in my house that look completely different
We’re only two days in, and it’ has already been a week around the Liberty House. I think there has been more impactful progress on
This one tiny little hallway– literally the smallest space in my house– has officially become the mecca of insomnia fueled awesomeness in my life. It
UPDATE: I’m fine, peeps. It was a glorified headache without the actual ache. — So. The good news is that I did not die from
Obviously I’ve spent a lot more time in the Pink Parlor in the last few days than I have in the last few months, and
So, how was your weekend? Did you injure your left butt muscle lifting a two hundred pound sander into your vehicle after eighteen hours of
I have a love-hate relationship with deadlines. I mean, judging by how often they are preceded by swearing, you would think I loathe them, but
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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