This Changes Things
Since both the computer and I are still fighting our respective viruses– neither of which seems to be improved by the excessive application of Lysol,
Since both the computer and I are still fighting our respective viruses– neither of which seems to be improved by the excessive application of Lysol,
Disclaimer: I’m currently infected by some kind of plague, and apparently so is my computer. (These things may be unrelated, or they may be part
Chandelier makeovers were one of those things I saw other people do, and just barely filed away for future reference because 1.) I don’t even
Me: I have a house insured with you, and I need to increase the insured value… we’ve done a little work on it. Insurance Agent:
Hi, my name is Kit. And I’m addicted to starting projects. I don’t know that it’s comfortable to always have a dozen (or two) unfinished
It might seem a little strange that even though I don’t have a working kitchen (or even really the hope of having a working kitchen
A couple of weeks ago when I started drawing little planets on torn out book pages, I had no idea what I was going to
This weekend was all over the place in a glorious mixture of projects that involved tomatoes, a toilet, the kitchen, and a thousand-pound armoire. Right?
Judging by the title of this post I feel like I should be writing about something that occurs in long-forgotten gym bags, but you can
Ah, it could be so many things… The number of unique combinations of swear words I can come up with while working twisted up like
A few weeks ago I mentioned that 3M recently launched a Couple Speak contest where you can submit a video (for a chance at a
Hey, look at this… I made something that doesn’t involve my drill or a bigass saw. Shocking, right? I don’t know what’s come over me.
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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