Maybe I’ve mentioned once or twice that I spent the last several weeks packing up the last twenty-nine years of my life and moving it
I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep lately, which I suppose is to be expected with our family of four adjusting to life in
Maybe I’ve mentioned this a time or two before, but I’ve got a small compulsion when it comes to buying tools. I spot a biscuit
Here’s a lesson for Thursday: Even if you’re not going to be doing any “real” work and are just hauling lumber around your yard- you
Add this to the list of things not usually seen in the rearview mirror…
Driving 1500 miles with donkeys in the back of your pickup takes a little practice… jury is still out on how well this is going
It is the question, but the title of this series is DIY House Addition, so it’s almost like I’ve already given you the answer, isn’t
Bit by bit it’s started to sink in that with Garrison sold, very soon we will no longer have a warm, clean, finished space to
Another project on the list of “things I should have finished in the last five years but didn’t” is the half-bath in the basement of
We have potential buyers coming in to look at the house, all the way from my old stomping grounds in Florida. Next week. Maybe I
Note: All of the images on my last couple of posts have been returned to an appropriate size so that you’re not scrolling through a
We’re T-minus 1 day until the great donkey shed building adventure begins, and I’ve spent this week doing my Actual Real Job, finishing the tile
Maybe I’ve mentioned this, but one of the side benefits of four-hour long contractors classes twice a week is that it gives us 240 minutes
I almost never look at the suggested google searches as I type in my how-to and power tool related queries (and they are many) but
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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