There were always hoards of weeks-old dirty dishes stowed behind couches, plentiful parties, and reggae. So much reggae.
commune
clean things are nice
Why do I feel like a failure hiring a cleaning person? Heteronormative brainwashing? Have I not shaken the paranoid drug-house privacy thing?
home
I once turned a plastic Crystal Light container into a quick vase by wrapping pink construction paper around the label.
neighbors
Sumo baby’s parents and I had a few terse back-and-forths in coming months, but there really wasn’t anything that could be done: The building simply has good-for-nothing insulation and babies can’t lawfully be caged.
home
Even if we had wanted to give up, we hadn’t quite figured out how to.
home
Wanna get the look of your favorite movie applied to your very own abode? Good news -- we want that for you, too.
pets
How does one keep the pet stank out of the house, anyway?
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.
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
I try to warn you so hard.
home
I've finally figured out how to clean my house mostly using stuff you could eat in a zombie apocalypse.
cleaning
Sometimes it really boggles my mind that I am somebody's mother and therefore am culturally expected to nag members of my household to keep our living spaces clean.
furniture
My husband and I recently celebrated a big-time first for us: we bought a couch.
bedhead
Had I known, the morning I left home at 17, it would be the last time I'd have a space like that for some time, I wonder if I would have gotten up.
home
So here’s my advice, for everyone else out there forced to share a room with a little sister or roommate or annoying significant other: just plow over their wishes and decorate your room the way you want.
renovation
With bated breath, I agreed to the black-market permits.
moving
My husband is all about carefully wrapping and boxing things, and I'm prone to throwing stuff in the back of the car, unboxed and unlabeled, and then being heartbroken when something breaks.
paint
We painted the tiny bathroom a Kermit the Frog green, the kitchen orange, the master bedroom blue, and the living room a pale green.
book clubs
In this semi-regular series, we’ll talk about our favorite books related to somewhat specific topics and themes. It’s like a cross between the New York Review of Books and a book club, minus any pretense or guilt.
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Feb 9, 2012 at 6:00pm | 21 comments
frames
I do not have an incredible story about how I received the onesie signed by Feist.
