Today it has been five years — five years! — since my naive little self made up the term “Life ADD,” spouted off some incoherent crap about trying to do all of the things, and blew your minds by exposing the world’s ugliest light fixture, the elusive fandelier: Read the rest of this gem…
Yesterday I was mad. I didn’t take the time to work out, I was disappointed with how I handled something for my job, and Justin left me way too many dishes for me to clean after dinner. I deserved to do nothing further that night. Read the rest of this gem…
That time I almost died from sheer gluttony and bliss during an authentic meal in the Tuscan countryside. Read the rest of this gem…
How to build and install a frame for an oversized wall map. We’re getting ballsy with our home decor! Read the rest of this gem…
Healthy, delicious, roasted fennel, cauliflower, & chickpea soup. Perfect for the final dregs of winter. Read the rest of this gem…
I’ll admit it.
I’ve given E.L. James a very hard time.
Not personally, mind you, because if I knew her personally I’d probably be too busy asking her about her favorite brand of lubricant and just how far she actually took her research Read the rest of this gem…
Some finishing touches in the kitchen and how to build chunky floating shelves for added storage! Read the rest of this gem…
I’m not sure if you know this about me, but I’m not really a joiner.
Like, I enjoy the company of humans and socializing with like-minded people (or open, un-like-minded people) over unprocessed nibblies and the warm buzz of alcohol, but when someone tries to add an element of organization to the gathering, I get all sweaty and uncomfortable. Read the rest of this gem…
It all started with a mirror.
A $30 thrift store mirror, in fact, which I haggled down to $25. It was very large with a clean beveled edge and a gorgeous burled wood frame reminiscent of the 1950s, the era in which this house was built, and while I’m not typically a mid-century modern kind of gal, I lugged the thing to the back of my Tracker because, hey. A steal’s a steal. Read the rest of this gem…
Dear Domestiphobia Readers,
I am going to write a novel.
There.
It’s out there. No backsies. Read the rest of this gem…