My Favorite Posts

Whim of iron.

Paul and I had an appointment to go tweak our kitchen design over the weekend.

I was excited!
Or… I thought I was.

About an hour before we were supposed to go, Self slammed on the brakes. Wrenching the wheel to the left, she steered the car directly over the edge of the cliff.

I said – wait, Self!
What is happening?
Why are we driving off the cliff?
Why are we plummeting to a fiery wreck?
Why don’t we just go and order cabinets?

And Self was like– no one knows!! Death before commitment!!!

Planning our DIY kitchen remodel— I love the idea of using salvaged or repurposed materials to complement our old-house.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

The Auction Olympics.

The acquisition troll is on her hamster wheel… churning away, wearing an 80’s style sweatband and leg warmers.

She was the one who suggested I go back, alone– the day after the auction previews, to two, separate auctions… and drive back and forth between the two in order to bid on items of questionable value… then run glassy-eyed to my car and drive back to the other auction while psychically-willing them to not have begun bidding on my next thing.

Paul thought that doing this once would cure me forever. But I guess he does not know me at all.

My latest auction finds… I love giant, fancy, old junk, and auctions are a great source for inexpensive furniture and decor!

the sofa.  the wardrobe... not the bookcase’s forever home, but I need to sell the one it’s replacing.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Filling an ex-boyfriend’s truck with trash… a DIY story. Texas Pt 2

Shortly after I started blogging, I wrote one of my favorite posts— a departure from anything house-related, it was the story of how my best friend and I packed up and moved to Texas.

But I ended up taking part of the story out: the part about how we filled an ex-boyfriend’s truck with trash.

At the time, I was new to this whole idea of over-sharing with total strangers on the internet, and I cautioned myself to exercise some restraint.

But I’ve developed a sense of (possibly misguided) friendship with you total strangers, and I really want to tell you this story… Plus, you know, restraint just really isn’t my thing.

A story about my best friend, a guy who wasn't very nice, and how we repaid him.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.