Revisiting Rooms: The Office
I wouldn’t be surprised if, over the last four months, you forgot that I have an actual house with actual rooms in it instead of
I wouldn’t be surprised if, over the last four months, you forgot that I have an actual house with actual rooms in it instead of
These days, the air around the farm is crisp and cool. It smells like ripe apples and woodsmoke. Before I started buying houses and tearing
Did you guys know that last Thursday was National Talk Like a Pirate Day? Yes, that’s an actual thing, and it has come and gone,
Just to give you an idea of how my week is going: This morning I did something strange and actually decided to eat breakfast. I
Here’s a question people often ask me: How do you decide when to DIY versus hire a pro? (In fact, someone asked me that question
This post started out with the title “You Guys Are Awesome So I Want To Give You Drill Bits, Seriously” but that looked like far
Labor day weekend lived up to its name. Three full days of hard-core, unadulterated, sunup to sundown, sawdust-slinging labor. I hauled lumber. I swore. I
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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