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  1. Annet M
    January 15, 2014 @ 9:35 am

    Uh, I have that exact sink in my basement. I just thought it was a concrete monstrosity. People save those?! Must rethink my laundry plans if this is true?!


    • Annet M
      January 15, 2014 @ 9:38 am

      and just now reading all the other comments. I really must work…


    • Victoria Elizabeth Barnes
      January 15, 2014 @ 9:40 am

      Looks like there is an engine hoist in your future?

      I personally am jealous of her sink… (and her ingenuity) but if you didn’t want to incorporate yours, you could always sell it. I have no idea how someone would move it… But I think we all agree that if you WANT it, you will find a way.


    • GG
      January 15, 2014 @ 11:35 am



  2. Angela D
    January 15, 2014 @ 9:44 am

    I know our projects have gotten out of hand pretty much any time my husband says, “That looks easy- shouldn’t be a big deal!” {insert ominous bell tolling}. A few days later I end up needed to call my dad and he and I fix the mess that was left 😛 Luckily I am the handy one, and I think he is learning to accept that.


  3. Barb @ A Life in Balance
    January 15, 2014 @ 9:49 am

    Now he thinks things are getting out of hand?

    I love reading your stories!


  4. My Crappy House
    January 15, 2014 @ 10:18 am

    Great post, but I’m left smiling about the pink sparkly unicorn desktop. I gather your brother doesn’t read your blog? My brother doesn’t read mine either. What’s up with that? Where’s the brotherly love, dammit?


  5. Tricia
    January 15, 2014 @ 10:37 am

    I have a sink that resembles that in my basement. I think it’s a zink sink. I’m not
    charmed by it. When we had to tear out the kitchen ceiling because of leaky
    copper pipes it was a ah-oh moment. We made lemonade however and put up
    a wainscoted wooden ceiling. But, not before much yelling and many
    expletive deletes escaping from my significant other’s put upon self. The ceiling
    is lovely! But just wait until he has to tear out and rebuild the basement stairs because
    I think they are hideous!


  6. Bruce
    January 15, 2014 @ 11:07 am

    What has likely saved us from renovation hell is the fact that I am utterly inept when it comes to any sort of handyman work. Seriously — I nearly flunked Shop in 8th grade, taking twice as long as any of the other students to complete our assigned projects, and turning out pretty wretched results when I did. (My mother, bless her heart, still keeps on her fireplace mantle the fireplace tongs I made, which could not be safely used to pick up a marshmallow, much less a burning ember.) I suspect my shop teacher truly thought I was developmentally impaired. My sweet wife Sandra has a matted and framed copy of this webcomic on the wall of our house:

    Said sweet wife has much better skills and talents than I do, but has spent so many years watching renovation shows (starting with “This Old House” and currently including “Rehab Addict”) that she would frankly rather skydive naked into the Amazon than undertake any sort of home improvement beyond refinishing window sills or maybe repainting a bathroom (though it’s been years since she last did that).


    • LaurieC
      January 15, 2014 @ 7:18 pm

      That comic link is so funny! – thank you for sharing it and making me laugh out loud…. something I don’t do all that often, so when I do, I treasure the moment. Loved it!


  7. Garden, Home and Party
    January 15, 2014 @ 11:15 am

    Oh my, I must have missed the full thread of fb responses on when you know a DIY project has gotten out of hand. This will be my entertainment this evening. I would love to read your interview, be sure to post a link to it if the paper has a website (doesn’t everyone have a website?).
    I love Miss Mustard Seed and have followed her for about 3-4 years. As I am not handy I view her projects in amazement. If I could paint furniture like her I’d give up my day job. Mr. B and my skills at renovation pretty much parallel Bruce’s story (one of your readers).

    I still can’t wait to hear what wonderful item you found on craigslist this go around.


  8. Kelly
    January 15, 2014 @ 12:02 pm

    You lost me at ‘Bed Troll’.
    And for the love of God, dear woman, please, please, PLEASE post tons of photos.


  9. Diane West
    January 15, 2014 @ 12:31 pm

    Your comment about crumbling castles reminded me of the British television series I discovered just a day or so ago on YouTube. You may have already seen it… It makes most of our projects look like child’s play. Episode 6 came to mind immediately. I don’t have the link right now but you can search YouTube for Restoration Home.


  10. judy
    January 15, 2014 @ 12:59 pm

    hot diggety dog you’re back! My life has improved exponentially! Your computer experience is going infinitely better than mine. I misunderstood the query “save old settings” to mean save every dumb thing I had managed to screw up on old computer to new computer. Naturally I opted out of that insane option thus finding all photos, records, etc.etc.etc. wiped forever from existence. Fear not- I had a backup hard drive which seems to be in possession of these items but has no way of allowing me access-I have hopes that a paleontologist of the far distant future will be overwhelmed by my treasure trove of various dogs,cats,and kiddies. Oh well- Life is hellishly hilarious and that’s what I like about it. also I believe you know how to whip it into shape and make it all sparkly which is why I await new missives with slavish devotion. I might have gone a bit overboard there-apologies


  11. Kimberly ~ SerendipityRefined
    January 15, 2014 @ 1:01 pm

    I feel your pain. Having spent the last 3 days migrating my computer operating system from Windows XP to Windows7 (and having my son repeatedly point out that there’s already a Windows8 during the process), I’m still reinstalling applications that I mistakenly thought would somehow “auto-magically” transfer because I ran a 9 hour backup to an external drive.

    I’m so happy to have found you and it’s not JUST because you’re hysterical. It’s because we’re kindred….by this I mean that I often show your blog to my husband: 1) as proof that it’s completely normal to have spent my New Year’s Eve cutting a hole in the bathroom wall to determine whether or not there were studs or if it was just plaster over brick and 2) as fair warning that if I ever find a kingdom mirror on Craigslist, he’ll need to rent a truck. xo


  12. Kim Elizabeth
    January 15, 2014 @ 1:21 pm

    Has the article appeared in the Inquirer yet? If not, do you know when? Maybe I can catch it online or get my sister to buy me a copy 🙂


  13. Heather Paris
    January 15, 2014 @ 2:56 pm

    I didn’t read all of the comments yet, but went to the link of the abandoned castles, and just lost myself for quite a while. I didn’t finish looking at them, but got through maybe the first 100 or so. OH, MY, . . . I’M TOTALLY AT A LOSS! How are these amazing places abandoned and left to rot! I want to cry!


  14. Andie
    January 15, 2014 @ 3:54 pm

    Okay. Define “out of control”?
    That phrase is so foreign to me. No matter what, I am in control, (usually repeated over and over as I rock myself in a corner).

    I just had a random thought and it scared me a little. Control is merely an illusion. What if the things I thought WERE utterly under control aren’t? What if they are waiting for the opportune moment to break free of their bonds?

    Now I have “Dust In the Wind” by Kansas stuck in my wee brain.

    Where was I?

    Could be the time the moving guys started my armoire on fire, but it was a controlled fire, confined to the back of their truck. Control WIN!

    OR the time (the same movers) had their truck impounded with my stuff in it. Again, it was, in all reality, totally under control. Seriously, can you think of an environment less controlled than a police cage?

    Maybe the time I was convinced that the antique French baker’s rack WOULD fit around the wall of the basement stairs if we only used BRUTE FORCE. It stayed wedged there for a week and the only ones who could get downstairs were the cats.

    Handsome Husband says the list is waaaay longer but he has a negative attitude that we are working on changing for the New Year.

    He wanted to mention the 50 tons of soil I had removed and replaced for my gardens or the limestone capitals that I bought on Craigslist that the “movers” (who consisted of a guy in a seemingly bullet-riddled rusted van and his clinically obese “helper” with a beard to his knees, who sat in the back of the van in a green plastic chair and never moved. How did he maintain balance on the drive over? Where was I again?
    Oh yeah! The stoner moving guys who couldn’t move the 500 pound limestone capitals (and never tried) and who demanded to be paid the full price anyhow and who ranted and raved in the middle of my neighborhood that I was taking food from their children’s mouths…then I had to pay REAL movers $500 just to move the capitals from my front yard to my back yard!
    Frankly, I have had more “sooo…this is how I die” moments than I have had “you know your project is out of control” moments.
    Perhaps another topic for another day?




  15. Trisha D.
    January 16, 2014 @ 8:50 am

    Using an engine hoist to remove such heavy obstacles is not only pure genius but sheer dedication! Props to Meredith!


  16. Kiki
    January 16, 2014 @ 9:38 am

    haven’t been around for a while and see myself lock-eyed for a few evenings, checking out every single link and re-reading all the posts, comments, ideas, praise and applauding!
    how wonderful to have found you… 🙂 – Did you win the giant disco ball chandelier?!


  17. Mellzah
    January 17, 2014 @ 5:28 pm

    I figure all of our house projects will either bring us closer together than ever or leave the greater Seattle area in flames, and I’d blame the previous homeowner for the latter, frankly. Who refloors the entire downstairs minus two rooms, one of which they didn’t even bother to tape and mud, honestly?!


  18. Patience
    January 18, 2014 @ 11:12 am

    When you decide you must restore all your broken sash cords, and your husband lights the end of the new sash cord on fire, to melt the edges together, and you think it’s a clever idea to lick your arm and press the smoldering cord against your wet skin, to put it out. (For “safety.”) I seriously thought it wouldn’t hurt! Surprise of my life.

    I can’t wait to hear about the bed troll.


  19. Anna
    January 20, 2014 @ 12:28 pm

    I feel like you need to see this:


    • Kiki
      January 20, 2014 @ 12:53 pm

      Thanks Anna; I just lost about 10′ of my life marvelling at this list 🙂
      … and laughing till I coughed because of some of the photos and the lack of any knowledge or feelings of shame of the picture-takers!


  20. Tiffani
    January 20, 2014 @ 9:00 pm

    When my husband is asked what he likes about being married to a decorator/DIY addict, he has learned to say, “The constant change” with a completely straight face! He’s a doll!


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