March Miscellany
This week has been devoted to working late at my day job and putting a couple of coats of poly on the closet floor. I
This week has been devoted to working late at my day job and putting a couple of coats of poly on the closet floor. I
You may remember that twelve weeks ago, we set a move-in date for March. Tomorrow is the last day of March, and yet the tub
As much as I love all things relating to sawdust, for a long time my experience in joining two pieces of wood together was limited
There’s nothing quite like spending a Sunday cutting and aligning hundreds of little stones around a shower. I hear other people do things like “brunch”
In general, here are things I get excited about: Tools Food Building things Beer Donkeys You’ll notice nowhere on that list does it say “cleaning”
I just spent a good two minutes trying to decide if that title was inappropriate or not, but since I’ve also been spending an inordinate
I never thought I’d reach a point where my cabinet-making skills would be the sole determining factor in whether or not I get to take
That’s what my life consists of these days. A lot of tile and a little sleep. The trade-off is that the shower in the full
If you consider that I only have one window out of fourteen trimmed, my prospects of ever not living in a garage begin to look
[UPDATE: Everyone, you need to click on the comments link after you read this post and see the song that Holyoke Home wrote for me.
Whew. We’re rapidly approaching a year of construction on the Memorial House, and isn’t it crazy how time flies when you’re covered in dirt uh,
Today is: Two years, seven months, and eight days since I fell in love with an old gas station… Two years, seven months, and twenty
Last weekend I got a call from my cousin. “There’s been a fire.” As someone who once walked into her house to find a waterfall
How long have I been saying that I’ve got showers to tile? A month? Two? Actually, the answer is fifty-three days that I’ve been ready
I was browsing through my photography folders tonight, looking for something I hadn’t posted yet, and this image called out to me. I’d like to
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