12 Months: Anatomy of Work Jeans
Oh, the things these jeans have seen over the last year. They read like a road map from a place where I was sane, normal,
Oh, the things these jeans have seen over the last year. They read like a road map from a place where I was sane, normal,
With the bedroom floor pretty much wrapped up (except for the last row of flooring which will need to be ripped down when we’re not
This is the result of six hours of installing the bedroom floor, three inches at a time. It’s amazing what a difference some paint, window
Just shy of a year ago we essentially dug a moat around our little 900 square foot house. We thought about just letting it fill
I’m staring at five full days off from the day-job, and we kicked it off right this afternoon by starting on the bedroom floor. Actually,
I know that it’s shocking– the fact that I might start several hundred projects around the house without actually finishing any of them– but this
Those are our actual dirty socks, actually getting clean, in our actual real house. This is an epic moment in the Memorial house history, because
Among other things, the search for floor tile has now started to impact whether or not I can sleep for four hours without waking up
I was taking a couple of in-progress shots of the house tonight when a glimpse out of the laundry room window revealed an excellent view
So yesterday I almost swallowed a bug. Almost swallowing a bug is worse than actually swallowing a bug because instead of being gone in an
It’s where I spend all my time lately, and not in that “I had way to much fun last night” kind of way either. Unless
This week has been devoted to working late at my day job and putting a couple of coats of poly on the closet floor. I
There’s nothing quite like spending a Sunday cutting and aligning hundreds of little stones around a shower. I hear other people do things like “brunch”
I just spent a good two minutes trying to decide if that title was inappropriate or not, but since I’ve also been spending an inordinate
I never thought I’d reach a point where my cabinet-making skills would be the sole determining factor in whether or not I get to take
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