A cornice is another one of those things that seems FOR REAL boring. When things are boring, it’s hard to spend money on them, like laundry detergent or floss. But you have to because dirty clothes and rotten teeth.
home
disgusting diy
THE SMELL. I couldn’t take it. It flooded your nostrils as soon as you opened the front door and hung on to you like an awful wool blanket in hot heat.
diy
Happy hour is great until the next morning, when you've got to throw up a pony tail and try not to puke while learning to lay tile so you can have a bathroom floor, because you really need a toilet in your days-away home.
home
I’ve been going to the bathroom in a Home Depot bucket for months at this point, usually in my future bedroom closet.
home
It’s weird being in a house for so long that doesn’t actually have any walls, or bathroom even.
home
Even if we had wanted to give up, we hadn’t quite figured out how to.
home
I try to warn you so hard.
diy
For a house from 1875, this place is extremely lacking in charm.
renovation
With bated breath, I agreed to the black-market permits.
diy
One casual afternoon, D was down in the basement working on something or other (I was at work). A man walked inside, claiming to be an inspector from licensing and inspection.
diy
What do you do when you find a bone in your house? Do you call someone? And who? And then what? Does your home become some archeological crime scene?
renovation
We used cobbled together pieces of plywood to walk around on, because you know, we still had work to do up there and all. Can’t let a lack of FLOORING get in the way of our big plans.
renovation
The house is still more or less a construction zone except I LIVE IN IT NOW
home decor
I offer this story as a cautionary tale, to dispel the pizzazz of 2-day HGTV renovation shows, and give my humble take on what’s appropriate to DIY and what really ought to be left to the pros.
home improvement
I’ve spent more time debating a shoe purchase than I did my first house.
household drama
Do visions of mouse poo, buried bones, beer bottles of piss and used condoms strung about like Christmas lights spell Home, Sweet Home to you? Me, too!
