Tools I Shouldn’t Want To Own
(But still kinda do.) Because let’s be honest, I don’t ever want to be responsible for taping and mudding the drywall joints in an entire
(But still kinda do.) Because let’s be honest, I don’t ever want to be responsible for taping and mudding the drywall joints in an entire
I’m not one-hundred-percent sure, but I think that the fact that I get a warm-fuzzy feeling when I take pictures of rusty metal objects makes
Does anyone actually carry a tool box anymore? Usually my tools are at either one house or the other, but recently I’ve been running simultaneous
(aka The Death of a Dremmel) This is now the third time my breasts have tested the limits of my dremmel, and this time, they
I like to play a little game with this blog… I look at all of the google searches that bring people to this site, and
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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