In the weeks since we looked at The River House, I’ve been thinking about all of the ways I now understand the undertaking we’re considering—ways I wouldn’t have, prior to the experience of renovating our current house. Before Paul and I got married, my only experience of “home ownership” was an apartment with my best(…)
How to rip apart your entire life… throw sanity to the wind… sign up for more stress than ever before…and commit to it for years without end.
Paul and I went and looked at this. Because it is for sale. And because we are insane.
So I went to a blog seminar. It was local, it was cheap, and it was mostly women. I’ll generalize and say everyone except me was blogging about parenting… either specifically, or as part of their platform. And crafts… Incase you didn’t know? People love crafts. It seemed everyone already knew each other—I felt alone(…)
When we first moved in, we had this giant rock on our front lawn. It was just one of the many unexplainable objects d’art collected by the previous owner. Landscaping was low on our priority list, but the rock irritated me, so I put it on craigslist. Anytime I give something away on craigslist, I(…)
Brian lives across the street from me. He ran an antique business for a long time. Now in his eighties, he’s pretty much retired… Although once in a while he buys and sells things that cost more than my car. I’ve waited patiently to see inside his house. When I finally did, THIS is what(…)