A simpler, more creative life on a tenth of an acre
I’ve repaired Adirondack chairs that were rotting and turned shipping pallets into adorable porch swings. But for my money (or lack thereof), peapod wine is the ultimate trash-to-treasure. We literally are turning shells that were bound to be thrown in with hog slop into quite drinkable table wine.
It takes a lot to make this grown man cry. When our party of five watched the (Mister) Fred Rogers documentary “Won’t You Be…
Eighty-seven pictures of medallions, set in stone, hammered in metal, or painted in fresco. It didn’t matter if they were on the streets of…
If the deck at our house were a little taller, we’d be able to see the top of the North Highlands Dam from it,…
Scouring secondhand stores is nothing new for me. One day last week I realized that I was clothed entirely in used gear, excepting my…
If there were any questions about my latent adolescence, they’ve been pounded away with the mallet I’ve been using to install hardwood flooring. Whatever…
I don’t take much to jewelry, personally. In high school, I convinced my mom and dad that I had to have a class ring…
“I’ve found my thing, and that’s what I stick with,” a friend once told me, when I was trying to push her into some…
Mistakes have been made. One time, we bought a marble sink but the cabinet didn’t fit in the bathroom. We were pulling it out…