frustration

Kitchen planning frustration — I’ll be William Wallace. Paul can be the Irish guy.

Paul and I spent Saturday discussing the kitchen… Or rather, we began a conversation about the kitchen which morphed into generalized irritation, which seamlessly merged into every fight we have ever had about anything house-related. The kind of irritation that makes you want to lay down on the floor in surrender and say– I give(…)

I’m like Liberace… but with more flair.

When you SEE what I just got on Craigslist?  You will fall over. But first you need the prequel— about my antique mirror fetish…  So you can understand how on top of the Victorian wardrobe, this year is ushering in an entirely new and stratospherically-superior level of craigslist treasures.

DIY house renovation— a death-defying stunt for your marriage.

Two posts ago, I went back to the beginning of our house renovation—how my husband and I decided to buy an old house and fix it up… a decision based around the front-door’s antique hardware.  And an imaginary before-and-after picture that lived in my head—a picture designed by a DIY-enthusiasm that came from not ever(…)

Bath Remodel: Before and After.

The bathroom remodel took at least three times as long as it should have. Possibly four.  Possibly nine. My decision-making process was gruesomely slow and drove Paul to the brink of madness. I mean that.  Not in an exaggerated way.  But in a very accurate way.  It made him crazy that he could not force(…)