Elizabeth Taylor, My Walls Thank You
I spent the better part of my weekend with drywall crusties in my hair, under my fingernails, and– inexplicably– on my eyelashes. A look that
I spent the better part of my weekend with drywall crusties in my hair, under my fingernails, and– inexplicably– on my eyelashes. A look that
(But still kinda do.) Because let’s be honest, I don’t ever want to be responsible for taping and mudding the drywall joints in an entire
I know, I know… how many days of looking at blank wallboard can I really find exiting enough to post on the internet, and here’s
The title says it all, does it not? This is the “finished” side of the house. I can now say I have a bedroom. Actual
You’ve never seen someone this excited to not have walls, and it’s only because I’ve got ceilings! In the bedrooms… The bathrooms… In the kitchen…
I’ve got one day of being up to my knuckles in joint compound left before the main living space in the Station is done. (That
So here we are. Wallboard up and spackling knife in hand– ready to jump in and finish some walls. This is the part most people
We’re still in the midst of the Ultimate Drywall Adventure here at the Memorial House, which is extra fun in a room with 8’6″ walls
Alternatively titled: I must Have a Screw Loose. Or seven. Hundred. Drywall is the easiest part of building a room in theory… in practice, let’s
I like to play a little game with this blog… I look at all of the google searches that bring people to this site, and
… but not without a lot of swearing. Just like gravity is a law of Physics, the fact that one project will always lead to
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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