A. Lot. Of. Tile.
That’s what my life consists of these days. A lot of tile and a little sleep. The trade-off is that the shower in the full
That’s what my life consists of these days. A lot of tile and a little sleep. The trade-off is that the shower in the full
How long have I been saying that I’ve got showers to tile? A month? Two? Actually, the answer is fifty-three days that I’ve been ready
When I start getting thoughts, it can be dangerous. It can result in selling a perfectly good– or, in fact, better than good— house and
Installing a hardwood floor in the kitchen of my first house (almost six years ago–don’t mind the buzz cut) was one of those Aha! moments
At some point between sleeping, trying not to die from the flu, and driving 500 miles, it was still a somewhat productive weekend. And saying
You know that big swimming pool bath tub of mine? Well, we’re a couple of steps closer to installing it… There’s a big hole that
After one marathon of a weekend, there are now three rooms in the house that have been painted. One of which has been painted twice.
It’s hard to believe that it has been five weeks since I started the move-in countdown, but time starts moving in kind of crazy ways
Arguably I deserve the blank white walls, particularly if they come with a matching straight jacket. This room has come a long way from being
After studying for the builders exam (T-minus 6 days and counting) until the wee hours in the morning and a fitful night of sleep– you
I mean, not the “done” list… I’m ambitious, but I’m not superwoman. Most days, at least. But I can check “kitchen cabinets” off the the
It’s a pretty sure bet that when I’m talking about DIYing a house addition and/or living in a garage, I’m going to make some sarcastic
As you might know, we bought this property in 2008, with the intention of having some bonfires here on the weekends and hanging out until
I spent the better part of my weekend with drywall crusties in my hair, under my fingernails, and– inexplicably– on my eyelashes. A look that
Right now if you were to ask me about the month of March, I picture a beautiful fairytale land. A distant time when the sun
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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