Wildlife Interlude & The Last Lessons of the Year
Listen, just ’cause I drank one bottle of wine and sang a Christmas carol about my power tools does not mean we’re done talking about
Listen, just ’cause I drank one bottle of wine and sang a Christmas carol about my power tools does not mean we’re done talking about
There was once a girl who believed that an old, broken-soled pair of work boots and some bright purple Uggs could get her through almost
Yes. That’s a word. I totally made it up and it does, in fact, make it even harder to take myself seriously. But then again,
Demo on the master bath is, well, occurring at the very moment I’m writing this. Goodbye black mirrors. Goodbye oddly designed vanity. Goodbye upright coffin
Has December picked anyone else up by the scruff of their neck and drop-kicked them into the middle of Holiday craziness, or is that just
It’s hard to believe I’m closing in on my second year working on the Liberty House, and if I’m going to be honest, I kind
Last week I wrote a really touching and sentimental post about how grateful I am for the farm, and then I was like, “Seriously? If
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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