Let’s have a moment of truth here, because if nothing else I like to be honest with the entire Internet about my personal strengths (i.e.
A current inventory of my life includes: a missing patch of skin from my right forearm, two rooms in my house that look completely different
This one tiny little hallway– literally the smallest space in my house– has officially become the mecca of insomnia fueled awesomeness in my life. It
So, how was your weekend? Did you injure your left butt muscle lifting a two hundred pound sander into your vehicle after eighteen hours of
I have a love-hate relationship with deadlines. I mean, judging by how often they are preceded by swearing, you would think I loathe them, but
I have this habit of browsing around for things I want to buy for the house online and then leaving the tab open on my
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 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
I don’t want to give anyone the impression that it’s all “oh, look, I’ve never roofed a donkey barn before but I gave it a
The only way I can describe what it feels like inside my body after five days of hammering, hanging 10 foot sheets of barn siding,
One of the many things I didn’t anticipate about buying a huge old farmhouse was how many outdoor spaces I would feel compelled to fill
Because it’s late Sunday night and I just woke up sprawled in the middle of the master bedroom floor with both paint and drool dried
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
It’s safe to say I’ve been on a roll around the house for the past few weekends, and the question I get most often from
I’m pretty confident in saying that in the last eight years of blogging, this is the first time that I’ve posted two “organization” related posts
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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