No joke, guys… right now there are four people staring at my face as I type this. Roberto– creative direcor/editor/chief-in-charge-of-telling-me-to-do-things-just-one-more-time (it’s never just one more
“Laundry Room Progress.” Literally the most boring title I’ve come up with in a decade of writing this website. But let me just say this…
I’m not sure where to start with all of my current and upcoming projects… let’s just say that 2016 is setting out to be both
Whoa, hey, Christmas came and went in the blink of an eye this year, and I barely had enough time to force the donkeys to dress
Just before I started this post I sat down at my workbench in my office (odd in-and-of-itself because I haven’t spent more than fifteen consecutive
Intellectually I understand that the end of the growing season is just a part of the natural cycle of things around here. I lived in
“Taking a break” is not a real thing for a girl who lives on a farm and has animals to feed and a tractor payment
My life is currently a honey-covered disaster. That’s not even a metaphor, I mean my life is literally covered in honey. Every surface in the
If you’re reading within an hour or two of when it was posted, picture me like this: sweaty palms, bags under my eyes, bidding-card in
I have a long tradition on this website– and in life– of not actually finishing things in such a way that there is a beautiful
So, here’s a thing… in two weeks there is going to be a film crew at my house, ostensibly to shoot some footage of me
So, listen, you don’t buy a farm with a 150 year old house and pick up fun little hobbies like “drywalling” and “tearing bathrooms apart”
Guys. Guys. I don’t even know where to start on last week, but, okay, let’s start here: That’s me in my car. With 30,000 bees
I expect I’m going to be in a full-on panic about ALL OF THE PROJECTS by the time I get to the bottom of this
So, I know, I did all of the gratitude/nostalgic stuff earlier this week–and just in case I haven’t made myself clear, I am grateful for
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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