Emergency Coop Building
Well, so, here’s the thing. I have a whole post on farm updates that I’ve been working on for you–but it was feeling a little
Well, so, here’s the thing. I have a whole post on farm updates that I’ve been working on for you–but it was feeling a little
Okay, so there is no hope of starting this post with some clever opening line because I just can’t wait to show you guys something…
Otherwise known as VACATION. Right? I have this week “off work” which is a bit of a misnomer when you live in a half-torn-up house
I’m not. Because I’ve got a barn to paint, and a garden to weed, and a pergola to build. I’ve got chickens and donkeys and
You know, I measure most days (and weeks, and months) in lists of shit that I did not get done. In projects that take longer than I thought,
Do you know what is the worst? Starting off blog posts. I’ve been doing this shit for ten years (eleven? It may be eleven years
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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