Hey, look, I took a break from shoveling dirt and whining about the weather to actually build something… This thing is not actually supporting my
Well, well, look what magically appeared in my yard this weekend… By “magically appeared” I mean “were brought into existence by the blood, sweat, and
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
Since it was ninety-seven degrees in my house last weekend, it seemed like building a clothesline so that I wouldn’t have to run the dryer
Here’s an interesting look into my psyche: While I’ve made it very clear on this website that I’d rather have a two foot long chunk
I’m going to start this post out with a disclaimer: If you’ve eaten recently, or are thinking about eating in the next, oh, eternity, you
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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