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 of) a floor. Do not be fooled by that picture. It is still mostly this… I have
Full Bath: Standing Stone Accent Tile
There’s nothing quite like spending a Sunday cutting and aligning hundreds of little stones around a shower. I hear other people do things like “brunch” and “napping” on Sundays, but that’s not how you roll when you live in a garage. Good
Laundromat, You’ve Seen The Last of Me (please, god)
In general, here are things I get excited about: Tools Food Building things Beer Donkeys You’ll notice nowhere on that list does it say “cleaning” or “chores”. And yet, in the last ten months I’ve spent approximately fifty hours of my life
Walnut Love
I just spent a good two minutes trying to decide if that title was inappropriate or not, but since I’ve also been spending an inordinate amount of time making doe-eyes and my new wood floor I’m just chalking it up as par
Adventures In Cabinet Making
I never thought I’d reach a point where my cabinet-making skills would be the sole determining factor in whether or not I get to take a bath in the next month, but hey, living in a garage here, so I’m not sure
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 bathroom is looking much more like a shower, and less like something that makes me scream in
A DIY Photoset: Rustic Window Trim
If you consider that I only have one window out of fourteen trimmed, my prospects of ever not living in a garage begin to look rather bleak. So this post is a little diversionary tactic I like to call “Hey! Look what
This Is Getting Ridiculous
[UPDATE: Everyone, you need to click on the comments link after you read this post and see the song that Holyoke Home wrote for me. Sheer. Awesome.] If you’re wondering how long two grown adults can survive in a 400 square foot
DIY House Addition: Month 11 Wrap Up
Whew. We’re rapidly approaching a year of construction on the Memorial House, and isn’t it crazy how time flies when you’re covered in dirt uh, having fun? If you’ve got sharp eyes you may have noticed a little something different on the
A Historic Moment
Today is: Two years, seven months, and eight days since I fell in love with an old gas station… Two years, seven months, and twenty days since we bought three acres of land and the smelly house that came with it… Eight
When Disaster Strikes: A Rebuilding Guide
Last weekend I got a call from my cousin. “There’s been a fire.” As someone who once walked into her house to find a waterfall flowing from the second floor bath through the kitchen to the basement, I know what that feels
One By One
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 for tile, if only that wild-tile chase hadn’t take me so long, and I didn’t get distracted
Compartmentalizing, Or Not
I was browsing through my photography folders tonight, looking for something I hadn’t posted yet, and this image called out to me. I’d like to be able to sort my life into those sturdy old drawers, with their worn paint and mismatched
Bathroom Vanity Thoughts
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 living in a garage for most of a year. It can result in tearing three out of
Flooring 101: Installing Hardwood Basics
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 where I realized I could repeatedly swing a sledgehammer at a nailer hooked up to an air
Pretty, Destructive
This is what happens when I complain about how hectic my life is… life locks me in the house with about a quarter inch of ice. And no power, which means no water. Which means no flushing the toilet. Take that, whiner.
Full Bath: Standing Stone Accent Tile
There’s nothing quite like spending a Sunday cutting and aligning hundreds of little stones around a shower. I hear other people do things like “brunch” and “napping” on Sundays, but that’s not how you roll when you live in a garage. Good
Laundromat, You’ve Seen The Last of Me (please, god)
In general, here are things I get excited about: Tools Food Building things Beer Donkeys You’ll notice nowhere on that list does it say “cleaning” or “chores”. And yet, in the last ten months I’ve spent approximately fifty hours of my life
Walnut Love
I just spent a good two minutes trying to decide if that title was inappropriate or not, but since I’ve also been spending an inordinate amount of time making doe-eyes and my new wood floor I’m just chalking it up as par
Adventures In Cabinet Making
I never thought I’d reach a point where my cabinet-making skills would be the sole determining factor in whether or not I get to take a bath in the next month, but hey, living in a garage here, so I’m not sure
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 bathroom is looking much more like a shower, and less like something that makes me scream in
A DIY Photoset: Rustic Window Trim
If you consider that I only have one window out of fourteen trimmed, my prospects of ever not living in a garage begin to look rather bleak. So this post is a little diversionary tactic I like to call “Hey! Look what
This Is Getting Ridiculous
[UPDATE: Everyone, you need to click on the comments link after you read this post and see the song that Holyoke Home wrote for me. Sheer. Awesome.] If you’re wondering how long two grown adults can survive in a 400 square foot
DIY House Addition: Month 11 Wrap Up
Whew. We’re rapidly approaching a year of construction on the Memorial House, and isn’t it crazy how time flies when you’re covered in dirt uh, having fun? If you’ve got sharp eyes you may have noticed a little something different on the
A Historic Moment
Today is: Two years, seven months, and eight days since I fell in love with an old gas station… Two years, seven months, and twenty days since we bought three acres of land and the smelly house that came with it… Eight
When Disaster Strikes: A Rebuilding Guide
Last weekend I got a call from my cousin. “There’s been a fire.” As someone who once walked into her house to find a waterfall flowing from the second floor bath through the kitchen to the basement, I know what that feels
One By One
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 for tile, if only that wild-tile chase hadn’t take me so long, and I didn’t get distracted
Compartmentalizing, Or Not
I was browsing through my photography folders tonight, looking for something I hadn’t posted yet, and this image called out to me. I’d like to be able to sort my life into those sturdy old drawers, with their worn paint and mismatched
Bathroom Vanity Thoughts
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 living in a garage for most of a year. It can result in tearing three out of
Flooring 101: Installing Hardwood Basics
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 where I realized I could repeatedly swing a sledgehammer at a nailer hooked up to an air
Pretty, Destructive
This is what happens when I complain about how hectic my life is… life locks me in the house with about a quarter inch of ice. And no power, which means no water. Which means no flushing the toilet. Take that, whiner.
