I’ve had bare subfloor in my kitchen since one day back in 2015 when I was definitely not starting my kitchen renovation, but also happened
Let me start by saying that I have had mixed feelings about my veggie garden, pretty much since I put the first beds in six
This thing… I’m not sure if I’ve had a single project on the farm that has brought me such varying levels of joy, frustration, and
Last year I used the word “manageable” to describe spring on the farm, and, I mean… that’s hilarious. I didn’t know that was even an
Can I just start by saying, holy shit… year seven? I mean, what the hell have I been doing for the last seven years? (Besides
2018 was a weird year for a lot of reasons, one of which was THERE WAS NO LIST. … I know, right? This farm has
The only appropriate way to follow that title is this: Hell. Yes. The last weeks of 2018 were nothing short of a gift. An incredible
Okay, listen, to be fair, it’s a mostly finished window seat. And at this exact moment in time–the moment where I’m on a roll building
It only took six years, but I think I’ve finally figured out how to manage spring on the farm without completely losing my shit, and
To be fair, I’m not sure that getting a project 90% of the way done in this house is a “miracle” by any stretch, but
There are a lot of difficult things about living in a big, old, temperamental farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, but on the upside, I
Can you guys believe that I bought this place six years ago? That’s insane. When I started blogging (and back then blogging wasn’t even really
Progress on the upstairs bathroom is– and this is a phrase I haven’t used in conjunction with progress around the house in a long time–
Three years ago I had a great idea. An idea that was mostly driven by my desire to have one bathroom in this house that
Well, holy shit, it’s 2018. This year stared out by giving me a solid ass-kicking just so I would know who’s actually in charge around
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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