Well, That’s Different
After a number of years with just exposed OSB subfloor (and a couple of rugs) as the flooring in my kitchen… It now has (part
After a number of years with just exposed OSB subfloor (and a couple of rugs) as the flooring in my kitchen… It now has (part
I’ve had bare subfloor in my kitchen since one day back in 2015 when I was definitely not starting my kitchen renovation, but also happened
Let me start by saying that I have had mixed feelings about my veggie garden, pretty much since I put the first beds in six
This thing… I’m not sure if I’ve had a single project on the farm that has brought me such varying levels of joy, frustration, and
Last year I used the word “manageable” to describe spring on the farm, and, I mean… that’s hilarious. I didn’t know that was even an
Can I just start by saying, holy shit… year seven? I mean, what the hell have I been doing for the last seven years? (Besides
2018 was a weird year for a lot of reasons, one of which was THERE WAS NO LIST. … I know, right? This farm has
The only appropriate way to follow that title is this: Hell. Yes. The last weeks of 2018 were nothing short of a gift. An incredible
Okay, listen, to be fair, it’s a mostly finished window seat. And at this exact moment in time–the moment where I’m on a roll building
It only took six years, but I think I’ve finally figured out how to manage spring on the farm without completely losing my shit, and
To be fair, I’m not sure that getting a project 90% of the way done in this house is a “miracle” by any stretch, but
There are a lot of difficult things about living in a big, old, temperamental farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, but on the upside, I
Can you guys believe that I bought this place six years ago? That’s insane. When I started blogging (and back then blogging wasn’t even really
Progress on the upstairs bathroom is– and this is a phrase I haven’t used in conjunction with progress around the house in a long time–
Three years ago I had a great idea. An idea that was mostly driven by my desire to have one bathroom in this house that
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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