
Fake Skull, Fake Chalk, Real Toilet
Continuing with the theme of just having a ton of fun in the upstairs bathroom— no, I didn’t hit anything else with a hammer— I
Continuing with the theme of just having a ton of fun in the upstairs bathroom— no, I didn’t hit anything else with a hammer— I
Before I tell you about the impressive bit of work that got done on Saturday, I have to admit something. This weekend… I fell in
Despite the rocky start, I’ve made so much progress on the upstairs bath this week that it almost feels like I have a magic wand.
It’s fair to say that I’m genetically predisposed to “working with my hands”, so to speak, a trait I inherited directly from my grandmothers that
This weekend was such an epic two days of progress and disasters that I don’t know if I can quite find the words to describe
Since it is taking hours upon hours to paint all of the wainscoting in the Not-Pink Parlor and I needed to be able to check
There are a lot of times when I start a big project on my own and then at some point–usually when I find myself wedged
You may have noticed on my Master List that there are at least three rooms in the Liberty House that will eventually have built-in shelves
I know that all of you think I took one look at that bigass list I wrote, fell out of my chair, and have by
Updated: 8/16/2012 While I’m only making incremental progress (read: just barely keeping things from falling apart) on the Liberty House, I dream of a day
I’m trying really hard right now to write this posts without using excessive exclamation points. It’s a struggle because one of my coworkers recently sent
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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