Nailed It: Sneak Peek
There’s probably going to be a point during this post where you raise your eyebrows at the computer and say, “you did what?” So I’m
There’s probably going to be a point during this post where you raise your eyebrows at the computer and say, “you did what?” So I’m
I don’t know what to call this room… Wait, wait, yes I do. Ugly. Okay, ugly may be a strong word. Disturbingly neutral may be
Oh, you know, I spent about 5 minutes contemplating a very serious post about the holidays, and how grateful I am for this year, and
Let me just say that if the world ends today, it probably wouldn’t be the worst thing that has happened to me this week. Plus,
I’m still finding creative ways not to start removing wallpaper from my future office, which, in this case, means making a concerted effort to break
The options I was faced with this weekend consited of, on one hand, more wallpaper removal. Or, on the other hand, making an epic mess
Over the summer I had a really good run of projects that just sort of came together in a puff of sawdust and magic. Sometimes
Does anyone remember the last time I posted actual edited in-focus pictures to this website? Yeah. Me either. I promise I’ll do that for actual
My guess is that most people who may have a Holiday party this season have a.) working lights in their dining room, and b.) actually
Here’s something that is not going to be a shock to anyone who has been reading this website for, oh, longer than five minutes: If
Oh, look who has one halfway-finished room her her house and all of the sudden goes from channeling Bob Vila to Martha-Effing-Stewart. Next thing you
I don’t know if I can do the sheer awesomeness of this moment justice right now because I just spent the better part of an
My brain has essentially been marinating in volatile organic compounds for the last 120 hours, which sounds exactly like what occurred in my kitchen the
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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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