The strangest thing about writing a blog on the internet is feeling like you owe total strangers an explanation for your life… then, after the explanation, some of these strangers will be aggrieved by your choices. This is going to be one of those times.
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(…)
The kitchen is the only room in the house that has not dictated its own layout. Even the bathrooms, which seemed to have no end to the decision-making, really only had three items that needed to be triangulated. And even though the tile search drove me insane, I was not trying to redefine the CONCEPT(…)
Since the beginning of time, I have been shilling an unconventional/repurposed kitchen with all the zeal of a late-night infomercial. And for all of that time, Paul’s feeling has been that if we just nail together architectural salvage for the sake of nailing together architectural salvage, what we will get is nailed together architectural salvage. And(…)
Elvis has stomach cancer. It will be terminal. I have been wanting to write this post since her diagnosis, but it took me a while to crawl out of the sadness cave.