
Rockwell, we need to talk…
I have to preface what I’m about to write by saying that given the number of tools I own, how often I use them, and

I have to preface what I’m about to write by saying that given the number of tools I own, how often I use them, and

Here’s a little confession for you: Sometimes I build things without plans. And sometimes, when I build things without plans, they turn out… not exactly

Since I tend to, ah, flout your typical social conventions, it’s probably safe to call me a non-traditionalist. That’s fair. And yet, there’s a soft

This is how I redeem myself after a week of not working in the shop… Big tools. Barn beams. Copious amounts of sawdust. Okay, actually,

It seems vaguely familiar… Like maybe I used to spend a lot of time here. In the actual daylight. Doing things like making sawdust. That

I just got out of a 13 hour meeting for my day job which means I was definitely not doing things like building a desk,

I’m pretty sure my new litmus test for whether or not a project is important is “did I just hand-letter it onto a six foot

I actually own an alpaca wool blanket. Seriously. Not a llama (two Ls), not a sheep… a freaking alpaca. And I’ve pretty much been wrapped

Today I was going to talk to you about DIY chandeliers, but since mine shorted out last night and shot sparks from the ceiling (that

I’m not going to lie, these days I get a little cranky when too much time goes by without the opportunity to make a little
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											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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