The Treasure Room
There’s a room in the house I don’t often talk about. Years ago, I used to call it the “tool room”, but, as it turns
There’s a room in the house I don’t often talk about. Years ago, I used to call it the “tool room”, but, as it turns
Turns out that yesterday was the four-year anniversary of a huge and unexpected change in my life plans. Stumbling upon this property when and how
I wonder how many times in the last 11-ish years–and 1050 posts– I’ve started out by saying, “Holy shit, I’m exhausted.” I don’t know the answer
I’m not. Because I’ve got a barn to paint, and a garden to weed, and a pergola to build. I’ve got chickens and donkeys and
You might think now that I have a perfect lounging spot on my porch I’m just going to loll about all summer, drinking wine and
As a person who spent a fair number of years living in far more tropical climates, and then willingly and happily decided to move back
Here is one of the truths we hold to be self-evident about home renovation… that shit is going to get worse before it gets better.
I’d like to make a public service announcement about sanding ceiling drywall without wearing safety glasses… Don’t. Also, the t-shirt-as-a-dust-mask is not recommended, but it
I know we’re at the tail end of January already, but I’m still just kind of easing myself in to the new year. I’ve got
I miss my garden so hard right now, you guys. When the temps in Michigan start getting down to, oh, a million degrees below zero,
Actually, that was a lie. There are no philosophical things in this post. This is mostly just a token update about how I checked all
If you thought maybe I was taking a long break from giving you updates on my bathroom because it was finished and I’m spending all
When I first thought about bringing chickens to the farm… well…there wasn’t much thought, actually. I happened to be at Tractor Supply, and there happened
You know that moment where you get all of your painting gear out, pop the top on a brand new can of paint, and just
Fall is by far my favorite season, but it also means a lot of my favorite things are ending for the year–no more fresh veggies
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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