My Favorite Things & Zen Laundry Room Part II
I got in my car after work the other day, put my computer bag in the passenger seat, and then started laughing hysterically. Who on
I got in my car after work the other day, put my computer bag in the passenger seat, and then started laughing hysterically. Who on
So, I’m not sure when in life there actually was enough hours in the day for me to get done everything I wanted to get
A couple of weeks ago I started my big summer project (big being a very relative term as it definitely is not as big as, say,
Intro Maybe you haven’t been around here long enough to notice, but I don’t generally take on small projects. Mostly not even regular sized projects.
Mother nature decided to cut us a break here in Ohio, and the last four days have been so beautiful I almost feel human again.
Let’s go back in time to September of 2007, when the office looked like this: Mmmm, stained wood floors, walls and trim painted a dirty
It’s hard to capture paint color at night (or ever) with a camera, so I’ll give you the with- and without-flash shots both to give
I’ve decided that getting the office painted and set up upstairs is the next logical project to take on in the house. I’ve also learned
… but not without a lot of swearing. Just like gravity is a law of Physics, the fact that one project will always lead to
But that isn’t to say the progress isn’t remarkable. Before the basement was a workshop: The “I took this picture after a glass of wine”
For a while there I thought I may actually have lost my project-addiction, killed off by textbooks and lack of weekends. So it came as
DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional carpenter, woodworker, or crown molding hanger. I’m just a girl with a dremmel, some rotozip bits, and a miter
It seems I have finally gotten back into the swing of things. I’d been sitting around just kind of waiting for the jet lag to
The alternate title for this post was “Master Disaster, Part XXIII” because as we all know, on Garrison Road, things always get worse before they
Memorial weekend was one of those power weekends, even though it started out raining, and the patio stones we had meticulously cleared two weekends ago now looked like
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