Kitchen Question: Black or White?
At some point I’m going to want to be able to cook somewhere other than the back yard. Possibly. And that’s going to require doing
At some point I’m going to want to be able to cook somewhere other than the back yard. Possibly. And that’s going to require doing
Feel free to count “moving from my refinished 3 bedroom house into a half-finished one room gas station” among the things I thought I never
As I find myself being slowly buried in a pile of blueprints, how-to books, torn-out magazine pages, and contractor’s licensing forms, I can’t decide if
It’s about that time again. You know, the one where you find yourself buried under the oppressive weight of two million paint swatches? Yeah. I’m
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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