Here’s the litmus test for whether or not you’ve completed a successful “old barn wood” project: Are you still picking splinters out of your hands
I just spent three hours laying in bed, staring at my ceiling, mentally demoing and reconstructing the closets in the master bedroom (think: barn doors
So listen, this is what happens when you make a joke to half the Internet about only needing a guy around to wash your dishes…the
I was going to say that if this time last year you told me I’d be living on six acres in the middle of nowhere
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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