Pea Shell, My Belle

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.


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…

hardwood floor repair

Knock on wood

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…

Lucky Strike

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…