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
One Step Closer To Drywall
Drywall has become the proverbial mecca of our house-building experience to date. Not moving in, not having a working bathroom… no, I’ll just settle for having a wall or two, preferably with insulation behind them. And I’ll tell you what, we’re thisclose
Decisions, Decisions: Outdoor Lighting Edition
Since it’s pitch black just a hair after noon these days (or at least by the time I leave the office, so same diff) I spend a lot of time using my iPhone to light the rocky, pitfall-strewn path between the garage
How To Install A New Disposal
My poor mother hasn’t been able to use her master bathroom for a couple of months because I convinced her to take out the old, crappy bathroom cabinet, re-tile the floor, and put a new countertop in. And then we had a
DIY House Addition: Month Seven Wrap-Up
Fall took its time standing on the edge of beautiful sunny weekends, taunting us with cloudless days and feathery breezes… and then that bitch took a deep breath last week and plunged us into the dark, icy days of Winter. It took
Excuse us, sir…
…what the hell are you doing to our barn? Other than just plain making a mess, we’re making a last-ditch effort to get water and electric out to the donkey shed. For their part, the donkeys are giving us their best W.T.F?
Things I Miss About Not Living In A Garage
I’ve been living in a garage for almost six months now. Sometimes I write sentences like that and then I have to pause for a minute to take stock of my life… Yep. Definitely living in a garage. The cat dropped a
Summer’s End
Since I’ve been slowing pulling long sleeved clothes out of the brilliantly organized “garbage bag” clothes storage system we have going on in the garage, and I also just ordered some much needed Carhartt bibs, I guess you could say the sun
Working Hands: A Cautionary Portrait
So, what I’m saying is… Palmolive probably isn’t going to be calling me to be a hand-model any time soon. Unless I’m the grizzly “before” picture. For a slight indication as to why my skin is the color and texture of plastic,
Adventures In Masonry: When Things Don’t Go As Planned
Last weekend I was making mac-and-cheese on our one-burner hot plate in our one-room garage, and apparently became distracted enough to burn the noodles that were, tops, seven feet away from me. The ensuing text messages seemed an appropriate way to kick-off
First time in four weeks…
…that we went through a whole weekend without hanging one single piece of siding. It’s not exactly something to be proud of, but there were some other things that needed to be taken care of. There was a donkey shed that needed
Fixing My Mistakes (Bye Bye Ugly Maroon Beams)
For those of you who don’t know the backstory here, back in August (this is MysteryMan’s favorite part) I made a mistake. Somehow I worked myself up into a tizzy about having the cedar beams for the porch pre-stained by the manufacturer
Weekend Working Portraits: Siding Continues
This is starting to look like the house I’ve been picturing in my head for the last three years. MysteryMan and I finished the peak we started last week and sided most of the sliding-door wall this weekend. At this rate we’re
Country Halloween
I mean, you had to know we were going to go there, right? PJ was all, “I’d rather wear the horns, please.” She’s such a diva. My mom actually said, “Who needs grandkids, when we can just dress up the donkeys?”
Let There Be Light
In general I like to give high-fives and maybe, if the occasion calls for it, do a little happy dance in my workboots. You could pretty much count the number of times I’ve squealed in delight on one hand, probably with minimal
Almost Half Way (To Hell?)
I can’t really accurately describe the blissful days of hanging siding that the weekend consisted of if I don’t tell you a little bit about the week of hell that I survived, which went a little like this… Tuesday my Actual Real
One Step Closer To Drywall
Drywall has become the proverbial mecca of our house-building experience to date. Not moving in, not having a working bathroom… no, I’ll just settle for having a wall or two, preferably with insulation behind them. And I’ll tell you what, we’re thisclose
Decisions, Decisions: Outdoor Lighting Edition
Since it’s pitch black just a hair after noon these days (or at least by the time I leave the office, so same diff) I spend a lot of time using my iPhone to light the rocky, pitfall-strewn path between the garage
How To Install A New Disposal
My poor mother hasn’t been able to use her master bathroom for a couple of months because I convinced her to take out the old, crappy bathroom cabinet, re-tile the floor, and put a new countertop in. And then we had a
DIY House Addition: Month Seven Wrap-Up
Fall took its time standing on the edge of beautiful sunny weekends, taunting us with cloudless days and feathery breezes… and then that bitch took a deep breath last week and plunged us into the dark, icy days of Winter. It took
Excuse us, sir…
…what the hell are you doing to our barn? Other than just plain making a mess, we’re making a last-ditch effort to get water and electric out to the donkey shed. For their part, the donkeys are giving us their best W.T.F?
Things I Miss About Not Living In A Garage
I’ve been living in a garage for almost six months now. Sometimes I write sentences like that and then I have to pause for a minute to take stock of my life… Yep. Definitely living in a garage. The cat dropped a
Summer’s End
Since I’ve been slowing pulling long sleeved clothes out of the brilliantly organized “garbage bag” clothes storage system we have going on in the garage, and I also just ordered some much needed Carhartt bibs, I guess you could say the sun
Working Hands: A Cautionary Portrait
So, what I’m saying is… Palmolive probably isn’t going to be calling me to be a hand-model any time soon. Unless I’m the grizzly “before” picture. For a slight indication as to why my skin is the color and texture of plastic,
Adventures In Masonry: When Things Don’t Go As Planned
Last weekend I was making mac-and-cheese on our one-burner hot plate in our one-room garage, and apparently became distracted enough to burn the noodles that were, tops, seven feet away from me. The ensuing text messages seemed an appropriate way to kick-off
First time in four weeks…
…that we went through a whole weekend without hanging one single piece of siding. It’s not exactly something to be proud of, but there were some other things that needed to be taken care of. There was a donkey shed that needed
Fixing My Mistakes (Bye Bye Ugly Maroon Beams)
For those of you who don’t know the backstory here, back in August (this is MysteryMan’s favorite part) I made a mistake. Somehow I worked myself up into a tizzy about having the cedar beams for the porch pre-stained by the manufacturer
Weekend Working Portraits: Siding Continues
This is starting to look like the house I’ve been picturing in my head for the last three years. MysteryMan and I finished the peak we started last week and sided most of the sliding-door wall this weekend. At this rate we’re
Country Halloween
I mean, you had to know we were going to go there, right? PJ was all, “I’d rather wear the horns, please.” She’s such a diva. My mom actually said, “Who needs grandkids, when we can just dress up the donkeys?”
Let There Be Light
In general I like to give high-fives and maybe, if the occasion calls for it, do a little happy dance in my workboots. You could pretty much count the number of times I’ve squealed in delight on one hand, probably with minimal
Almost Half Way (To Hell?)
I can’t really accurately describe the blissful days of hanging siding that the weekend consisted of if I don’t tell you a little bit about the week of hell that I survived, which went a little like this… Tuesday my Actual Real
