Building Days: Raised Beds and Laundry Storage
Most of the time when I’m building things around the farm it’s just me, my tools, some loud music (and, if we’re being honest, also
Most of the time when I’m building things around the farm it’s just me, my tools, some loud music (and, if we’re being honest, also
There are a lot of little projects on my list that I put into the “you know, sometime I should… ” category. This area of
Let me tell you something. If there is an easy way to learn things that are totally beyond your current realm of expertise, that shit
Saying “some days I’m all over the place” is like saying “I have a couple of tools in my garage”: an epic understatement. This website
I live in a half-torn apart house on six acres of land that are under a constant threat of being reclaimed by the wilderness, so
Hey, look, I took a break from shoveling dirt and whining about the weather to actually build something… This thing is not actually supporting my
I make no secret of the fact that most days I’d rather be standing on a 2×10 plank over twenty feet of open stairwell, sanding
Raised garden beds weren’t the only harbringers of sawdust in the shop this weekend. I finally did what I’ve been threatening to do for the
Well, well, look what magically appeared in my yard this weekend… By “magically appeared” I mean “were brought into existence by the blood, sweat, and
As it turns out, even if I spend seventy-two hours laid up in bed, mostly incoherent, my brain still doesn’t stop thinking about building things.
Over the weekend I received email with what may be the best subject line ever to ever come through my inbox… Makes my little heart
For the last year I’ve been responsible for exactly two lives on this planet: me and the cat. In the last month I thought it
Sometimes I have this vision of one day using my Sundays for rest and relaxation, and then a minute later I remember that this is
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
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,
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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