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
And, Deep Breath, Garrison Road is For Sale
Excuse me while I go put my head between my legs and breathe into a bag for the next ten minutes. Because this house saved my life on one occasion, and my sanity on numerous other occasions. It’s seen me through the
DIY Stress: When mirrors become the enemy.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror at work today. It was the afternoon, so I’d been there nearly all day, and six hours later I stood in the ladies room washing my hands, tilted my head a bit to
Feeding the Addiction: Porter Cable 2-1/2 x 14″ Belt Sander
The orbital sander is doing a decent job at the stair refinishing project, but right now I’m seriously short on time, because the house is going on the market in 4 days. I learned the difference between an orbital and belt sander
Ready For Next Year: Harvesting Dried Bean Seeds
The Summer of 2009 will always be known in our household as the Summer of Tiny Vegetables. Our corn was about 4 feet tall (and made MysteryMan’s grandpa chuckle), our tomato plants got eaten by giant caterpillars, our peppers were the size
We don’t use the “C” word in this house.
Yesterday MysteryMan and I were working out the logistics of having a bigass piece of replacement glass delivered to the Memorial House. Apparently glass delivery isn’t like FedEx delivery. You don’t just sign and have them drop off the package on the
One Step at a Time: Refinishing Continues
Spending some quality time sitting on the basement steps waxing philosophic about life and/or paintchips has become a part of my daily routine over the last week or so. Overall I’ve switched from the heat gun to the orbital sander, which isn’t
I Still Have All My Fingers…
Granted, I have burns on two of them, and twin bruises on my shins, but MysteryMan will tell you I can sustain those kinds of injuries making myself a bowl of cereal, so overall the weekend was a success. Documentation of Injuries:
Advice for the Unmarried: Building or Buying a House Together
(Really good advice, and free legal documents. What else could you as for?) So. People tell me there’s a right way to do things. Ladies, you’re supposed to live with your parents until you find a nice man, settle down, get married,
Station Progress: Let’s call it halfway.
Since we decided to hold off on breaking ground on the actual house, we’ve put all of our energy into turning the station into a livable space. In the last year we’ve: Put on a new roof Torn out the old concrete
DIY House Addition: Making Hard Decisions
The Story: In the last couple of weeks a few things happened in succession which made the two of us take a long hard look at what we wanted, and what made sense. What we want is to have the money from
Old & Good
I hate the phrase “old but good” which seems to imply that those two things should be mutually exclusive and it’s a rarity when they’re not. I hope in my life all things get better as they age. Like this… Not as
Has Tools, Will Travel, Needs Sleep
The Dumbest Thing I’ve Ever Had To Do First, let me relay a conversation that occurred between our loan officer and my wonderful, even-tempered significant other. Loan Officer: We’ll everything looks good on your paperwork, except the appraisal is based on the
DIY House Addition: Things you need to know first.
The Story: We say we’ve been seriously contemplating the addition for about a year, but it’s really been a month since we’ve begun to formulate anything resembling a workable plan. That month has turned us into a cohesive unit more than the
Convergence
I am a renovation black-hole. It’s the best way to describe my life at this moment. And I don’t mean “black hole” the way people (including myself) inappropriately use the term, as in “making shit disappear.” I mean, all-of-the-matter-in-the-universe-pertaining-to-house-building-is-being-hurtled-at-my-brain-by-the-large-gravitational-force-that-is-my-life. On one hand,
And, Deep Breath, Garrison Road is For Sale
Excuse me while I go put my head between my legs and breathe into a bag for the next ten minutes. Because this house saved my life on one occasion, and my sanity on numerous other occasions. It’s seen me through the
DIY Stress: When mirrors become the enemy.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror at work today. It was the afternoon, so I’d been there nearly all day, and six hours later I stood in the ladies room washing my hands, tilted my head a bit to
Feeding the Addiction: Porter Cable 2-1/2 x 14″ Belt Sander
The orbital sander is doing a decent job at the stair refinishing project, but right now I’m seriously short on time, because the house is going on the market in 4 days. I learned the difference between an orbital and belt sander
Ready For Next Year: Harvesting Dried Bean Seeds
The Summer of 2009 will always be known in our household as the Summer of Tiny Vegetables. Our corn was about 4 feet tall (and made MysteryMan’s grandpa chuckle), our tomato plants got eaten by giant caterpillars, our peppers were the size
We don’t use the “C” word in this house.
Yesterday MysteryMan and I were working out the logistics of having a bigass piece of replacement glass delivered to the Memorial House. Apparently glass delivery isn’t like FedEx delivery. You don’t just sign and have them drop off the package on the
One Step at a Time: Refinishing Continues
Spending some quality time sitting on the basement steps waxing philosophic about life and/or paintchips has become a part of my daily routine over the last week or so. Overall I’ve switched from the heat gun to the orbital sander, which isn’t
I Still Have All My Fingers…
Granted, I have burns on two of them, and twin bruises on my shins, but MysteryMan will tell you I can sustain those kinds of injuries making myself a bowl of cereal, so overall the weekend was a success. Documentation of Injuries:
Advice for the Unmarried: Building or Buying a House Together
(Really good advice, and free legal documents. What else could you as for?) So. People tell me there’s a right way to do things. Ladies, you’re supposed to live with your parents until you find a nice man, settle down, get married,
Station Progress: Let’s call it halfway.
Since we decided to hold off on breaking ground on the actual house, we’ve put all of our energy into turning the station into a livable space. In the last year we’ve: Put on a new roof Torn out the old concrete
DIY House Addition: Making Hard Decisions
The Story: In the last couple of weeks a few things happened in succession which made the two of us take a long hard look at what we wanted, and what made sense. What we want is to have the money from
Old & Good
I hate the phrase “old but good” which seems to imply that those two things should be mutually exclusive and it’s a rarity when they’re not. I hope in my life all things get better as they age. Like this… Not as
Has Tools, Will Travel, Needs Sleep
The Dumbest Thing I’ve Ever Had To Do First, let me relay a conversation that occurred between our loan officer and my wonderful, even-tempered significant other. Loan Officer: We’ll everything looks good on your paperwork, except the appraisal is based on the
DIY House Addition: Things you need to know first.
The Story: We say we’ve been seriously contemplating the addition for about a year, but it’s really been a month since we’ve begun to formulate anything resembling a workable plan. That month has turned us into a cohesive unit more than the
Convergence
I am a renovation black-hole. It’s the best way to describe my life at this moment. And I don’t mean “black hole” the way people (including myself) inappropriately use the term, as in “making shit disappear.” I mean, all-of-the-matter-in-the-universe-pertaining-to-house-building-is-being-hurtled-at-my-brain-by-the-large-gravitational-force-that-is-my-life. On one hand,
