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
It’s gonna look like this.
Since MysteryMan has imposted the One. Project. At. A. Time. rule in regards to the Memorial house, and I can’t verbally talk about all of the wonderful things I think we should do to the place, I decided a visual representation might
Exceedingly likely that I fall from a great height.
It’s been a couple of years since I did the kind of major house remodleing project that requires picking out a lot of stuff. Like deciding on coordinating-but-not-too-similar cabinets and flooring and kitchen appliances, but way bigger since MysteryMan and I are currently
Memorial House Tour
Our tour of the Memorial House starts with the living room, and its Bright. Green. Carpet. (These previous owners were no where near as bad as my previous owners… in fact, they even stripped all of the white paint off the wood
Testing the limits of our relationship.
MysteryMan and I thought perhaps this month wasn’t challenging enough, what with both of us giving up alcohol for 30 days, one of us starting a new job, and collectively having two road-rashed limbs, one flat tire, a bad reaction to some
Vertigo (And things I hope never to do again.)
Today I ate half of a bagel that landed cream cheese side down in construction-site dirt. I still had 3 more hours of walking up and down a 30-foot hill in my future and hadn’t eaten breakfast… and yes, I did debate for
Totally Worth It
I spent the better part of my waking hours today breathing the soup fresh-air of Summer and slogging around through this… … in a cracked work boot that allowed mud and small bits of grit to seep up around my toes. Which didn’t
At First Sight
If you’re wondering what this is… it’s a picture of me, falling in love. Yes, with rusted, cracked, apparently duct-taped, windows… which happen to belong to this: Look. At. All. That. Space. For. Tools. Is there anyone else in the world who
Like Legos, But Bigger
It has been a long time since I have stepped in the shower at the end of the day and watched the water flowing to the drain turn black. And not resulting from a skin condition either… this is from what I
Likes to get her fingers dirty (with mortar)…
A couple of weeks ago I started my big summer project (big being a very relative term as it definitely is not as big as, say, a badass pergola), which, in case you missed that post, is to rehab the entryway of my darling
The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly
The Good The good news is that my life is full of Birthday cake, which I have been eating non-stop for the last 3 days. Like for every other meal. The other good news is that I did get my beloved palm router… and
Pink-on-Pink & Heaven
Today was a pink-on-pink day… …as requested by my oldest and dearest friend, who I first met when I was sixteen days old. She will tell you stories of our childhood wherein I bribed, beat, begged, and otherwise cajoled her into
Summer Project: The Entryway
This is the front door to my little abode: The entire entryway has been slowly crumbling to pieces about since I bought the place four years ago. Starting with the 80 year old wrought iron railing, which was held together with spit
Leopard Print Crookedbroom
As promised. The leopard broom! Handle close-up. MysteryMan demonstrating improper sweeping technique. This was an experiment gone right, and thank god since it was a present for MysteryMan’s sister and I finished it the day of. MM saw this in the basement
Reason #372 Why I Don’t Clean
Intro Maybe you haven’t been around here long enough to notice, but I don’t generally take on small projects. Mostly not even regular sized projects. And definitely hardly ever maintenance projects. I like fixing and/or building things. Changing oil, cleaning filters, and making
It’s gonna look like this.
Since MysteryMan has imposted the One. Project. At. A. Time. rule in regards to the Memorial house, and I can’t verbally talk about all of the wonderful things I think we should do to the place, I decided a visual representation might
Exceedingly likely that I fall from a great height.
It’s been a couple of years since I did the kind of major house remodleing project that requires picking out a lot of stuff. Like deciding on coordinating-but-not-too-similar cabinets and flooring and kitchen appliances, but way bigger since MysteryMan and I are currently
Memorial House Tour
Our tour of the Memorial House starts with the living room, and its Bright. Green. Carpet. (These previous owners were no where near as bad as my previous owners… in fact, they even stripped all of the white paint off the wood
Testing the limits of our relationship.
MysteryMan and I thought perhaps this month wasn’t challenging enough, what with both of us giving up alcohol for 30 days, one of us starting a new job, and collectively having two road-rashed limbs, one flat tire, a bad reaction to some
Vertigo (And things I hope never to do again.)
Today I ate half of a bagel that landed cream cheese side down in construction-site dirt. I still had 3 more hours of walking up and down a 30-foot hill in my future and hadn’t eaten breakfast… and yes, I did debate for
Totally Worth It
I spent the better part of my waking hours today breathing the soup fresh-air of Summer and slogging around through this… … in a cracked work boot that allowed mud and small bits of grit to seep up around my toes. Which didn’t
At First Sight
If you’re wondering what this is… it’s a picture of me, falling in love. Yes, with rusted, cracked, apparently duct-taped, windows… which happen to belong to this: Look. At. All. That. Space. For. Tools. Is there anyone else in the world who
Like Legos, But Bigger
It has been a long time since I have stepped in the shower at the end of the day and watched the water flowing to the drain turn black. And not resulting from a skin condition either… this is from what I
Likes to get her fingers dirty (with mortar)…
A couple of weeks ago I started my big summer project (big being a very relative term as it definitely is not as big as, say, a badass pergola), which, in case you missed that post, is to rehab the entryway of my darling
The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly
The Good The good news is that my life is full of Birthday cake, which I have been eating non-stop for the last 3 days. Like for every other meal. The other good news is that I did get my beloved palm router… and
Pink-on-Pink & Heaven
Today was a pink-on-pink day… …as requested by my oldest and dearest friend, who I first met when I was sixteen days old. She will tell you stories of our childhood wherein I bribed, beat, begged, and otherwise cajoled her into
Summer Project: The Entryway
This is the front door to my little abode: The entire entryway has been slowly crumbling to pieces about since I bought the place four years ago. Starting with the 80 year old wrought iron railing, which was held together with spit
Leopard Print Crookedbroom
As promised. The leopard broom! Handle close-up. MysteryMan demonstrating improper sweeping technique. This was an experiment gone right, and thank god since it was a present for MysteryMan’s sister and I finished it the day of. MM saw this in the basement
Reason #372 Why I Don’t Clean
Intro Maybe you haven’t been around here long enough to notice, but I don’t generally take on small projects. Mostly not even regular sized projects. And definitely hardly ever maintenance projects. I like fixing and/or building things. Changing oil, cleaning filters, and making
