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My Secret Seven Day Bedroom Redo, Part II
Hello, It’s Me.
Hello from the other side.
My bedroom’s done I almost died.OK, not literally, but at times it felt like I might. Of course, I’m talking about my Secret Plan to surprise my honey with a new bedroom while he was away on a week long trip. Guys, this project was hard. Seven days is not enough time to make a bedroom from nothing.
But I did it anyway.
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My Secret Seven Day Bedroom Redo, Part I
(Well, Seven Days + 5,475 More Days)
As I write this, it’s the week of Thanksgiving 2025. My honey will be traveling the week before Christmas and I’ve come up with this crazy plan to secretly make our bedroom while he’s away. (Yes, I did say “make”. I would say make over, but that implies it was ever made and it wasn’t. Isn’t. Like, at all. Not in fifteen years of living in this crappy house. OMG I am so lazy.) This is what it looks like right now…
Totally not made. Not even the bed. Clearly, this is a room that has given up on life. This room answers the door in its underwear.
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We Built a Deck!
I’m using the word “we” very loosely. In actuality, *I* did not build a deck. I *designed* a deck and then I left town while my *husband* built a deck. Could I have built a deck? Yes, of course I could. I am a badass. But did I want to build a deck? No, not really. I wanted a deck built. Funny how two sentences can sound so alike yet mean very different things…
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What Happens When You Don’t Respect Your Power Tools?
‘Twas a beautiful spring day in 2023. Having just adopted a dog (!), we were upgrading my crappy house to accommodate her. To spare our little Mona Lisa Vito (Yes, that’s her name. I know. Adorable.) from leaping out the back door house hole (as I, myself, had done for the previous twelve years), I finally built some crappy steps. And to keep her from running into traffic (as I, myself, had done… well, just that one time), I built her a fence.
Ah, wouldn’t that be something to brag about? Building a six foot perimeter fence by myself? As if. No, we hired a fence company for this job. Some tasks are just not worth dying for, you know?
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I Hope I Never Forget My Dad
My dad died. I want to tell you about him because, really, he’s the reason you and I know each other. If I didn’t grow up watching my dad do every home repair, remodel, installation, and upgrade by himself, I doubt I would be the (albeit lazy) DIYer I am today. And wtf would I even be (occasionally) blogging about? No one cares about my yarn collection.
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I Built Crappy Steps for the Love of Dog
A few months ago, a thing happened. Well, several things happened, but one thing was a catalyst for the rest of the things. This post is about two of the things. The first one, the catalyst, is a human interest sort of thing (That’s assuming I am interesting (this paragraph not withstanding) and you are interested…) and the second thing is an actual DIY, which may or may not satisfy the seven or so people who still read my blog for that purpose. Anyway, the first thing was this:
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My Favorite Things 2022
I was really on the fence about writing this post. I mean, you haven’t heard from me in ages and this is the post you get after waiting for so long? After watching your inbox every single day. Just hoping… praying… (if that’s your thing) that this would finally be the day? And then suffering another disappointment when there’s, yet again, no email from me…
Gosh, I’m really sorry. I had no idea how much you missed me!
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My Roaring 20s Speakeasy Wedding
It’s Like Déjà Vu
Welcome to my roaring 20s speakeasy wedding! It’s been a hundred years since the roaring 20s, but here we are again with a global pandemic and an economic collapse. It’s like déjà vu. (Or, it would be if any of us were alive to actually experience it the first time around…)
Sometimes it feels like the world is ending, but those folks in the 1920s managed to have a good time in spite of their crappy circumstances and so can we. How do I know? Because we did! Our speakeasy wedding was the cat’s meow and I’m here to tell you all about it!
Finally. I mean, it’s been over a freaking year already. What took me so long?
No, really. I’m asking. I have no idea.
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Before and After | My Crappy Driveway
Let Someone Else DIY for a Change
This is my favorite kind of post. The kind where I get to tell you about a major improvement to My Crappy House that I didn’t have to do myself. Because who even DIYs a freaking driveway anyway? The answer is crazy people and pretentious show-offs. Admittedly, I do usually fall into the latter category (yeah, OK, the former too), and, you’re right, this is a DIY blog, but even I have my limits.
Besides, my steamroller was in the shop…
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How to Install a Peephole in Your Front Door
The doorbell rings. You’re not expecting anyone. Maybe it’s Publisher’s Clearing House with a giant check! (Can you win a sweepstakes you didn’t enter?) Or, perhaps it’s a couple of well dressed, polite young adults wanting to know if you’ve found Jesus. (Amen?) Or, you know, it could be a psychopath who would like to come inside and chop you into little pieces. (No, thank you.) My point is, we live in a world where we need to see who’s at the door before we commit to being home. The peephole is like caller ID for visitors; you get to see who it is before you answer. Want to know how to install a peephole in your front door? I gotchu.
