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
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
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
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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