My Dishwasher Stinks
In the five years I’ve had my dishwasher, I’ve never cleaned the inside. I mean, it’s self cleaning, right? It gets washed with, like, every single use. So, I never really gave it much thought until it started to smell. Apparently, you’re supposed to clean the inside of your dishwasher once in a while. (I should’ve known. Self cleaning ovens are a big fat lie too.)
So, wtf was causing my dishwasher to smell? To the naked eye, it looked squeaky clean, but something must be causing that odor… It was a mystery, I tell you. (One that could have easily been solved by consulting the user manual, but what fun would that be?) Keep reading to follow my investigation: The Case of the Smelly Dishwasher. (Spoiler alert: I cracked this case wide open and my dishwasher now smells like a freaking meadow.)
Season 1 | Episode 3
I Hate My Closet, Part II
Previously on My Crappy Advice… Melissa hated her closet (I’m sure she still does. It’s only been a week…), I gave you a bunch of tips to help you design a closet that doesn’t suck (like Melissa’s does…), and then I left you in suspense. Closet suspense. (Was it really hard to focus this week, what with all of the anticipation? I bet it was.) This week, I’ll be designing one closet, four ways, in an effort to rescue Melissa from her crappy builder’s closet. Time to kick some closet ass…
Season 1 | Episode 2
The Features That Make a Closet Great & Designing a Walk-In Closet on a Budget
Welcome back to My Crappy Advice, where the advice is free and, despite the misleading name, not crappy. Like, at all. (I know. It’s confusing. Just go with it.) This episode is all about closets… tips for closet design, how to redo a closet on a budget, and wtf to do when your attic access is in a stupid spot. If you’ve got a crappy design or DIY dilemma that you’d like my (not) crappy advice on, look for a submission link at the end of this post. In the meantime, if I ‘hate my closet’ is a common thought for you, keep on reading…
Cleaning Advice From a Certified Slob
Well, who can believe this? Who do I even think I am, trying to give you tips on cleaning? You guys know I’m a slob. (Remember my office?) While it’s true that I am totally gross, cleaning a room and keeping a room clean are two very different things. I know I’m the last person you would ever expect to get this advice from, but I actually do know how to clean a room really well. I’ve got a method… And, this week, I’m sharing that method with you. You’re welcome.
Roof, Justice, and the American Way.
Faster than the DMV. More productive than the U.S. Congress. Able to sleep ten hours in a single night. Look! Up on that roof! It’s a girl! She’s afraid! It’s…
Guys, it’s just me. And I am freaking out up here.
Making Room for My Man
This post is part of the “How I Made Room for Schmoo When He Moved In With Me” series. (Yes, I just made it an official series.) (I know. The name sucks. I’ll work on it.) So far, I’ve told you about merging our treasures, and finding space for his clothes. Today I’m going to show you how I made room for his stuff in the (only) bathroom by adding more storage space.
It’s a Dressing Room Update!
I write a lot of fantastic posts (Hey, that’s why you’re here, right? That, and my charming personality…), but one of my favorite posts has to be the one that’s all about my dressing room. (If you haven’t read it, please go do that now. I promise you, it’s worth the click. Seriously. Come back here when you’re done.) In that ridiculously entertaining post, I talked about how to install drawer faces, but I’m going to get into even more detail in this post because THIS (*pause for dramatic effect…*) is a dressing room update.
Beware of the Mess
Some of you have asked me for an updated house tour. I would love to do that for you, but the honest truth is that I can’t right now because I am a slob. Don’t believe me? This is my office…
My Best Friend’s Closet
My BFF and I have been friends since we were 13 years old. I’m not even going to tell you how many years that is (because I like to pretend I’m still a kid and that would destroy the illusion), but this hair sure does have a big mouth…
For the last few months, I’ve been going through all of the boxes I’ve had packed for the last 5 years. I had forgotten about a lot of my stuff. It was sort of like Christmas, except the gifts were wrapped in smelly cardboard, they were all used, and, once I saw them, I did remember them.