-
Raising the Roof (or in this case, the ceiling)
I believe I mentioned before that this house has ceiling tiles. The previous owners must have been bonkers for these bad boys because they are in Almost. Every. Room. Personally, I don’t see the allure. It’s a house, not an office building, and even then I don’t think they really belong there. We should really ban the wretched things forever and ever. Personally, I don’t see the allure. It’s a house, not an office building, and even then I don’t think they really belong there. We should really ban the wretched things forever and ever. Seriously. But we soldier on in our quest to eradicate these from our home. We have now (somewhat successfully) drywalled the…
-
Horse Fencing 101: Pasture Fencing at its Finest
“I dreamed a dream of time gone by, when hope was high and …” Wait, this isn’t Les Miserables. (Could be? Possibly… I hope not.) Right then, so I had my fingers crossed that our fence post holes would be dug, posts set,  and… dare I say, fence up and ready for our horses by Friday. (And by Friday, I mean Friday two days ago…) Well! I can say that all of our post holes have been dug, despite the adamantium strength clay-soil we have. The one drawback? Well rather, the main drawback is that we completed that yesterday. The day after I was hoping to have the entirety of the fence…
-
When **** hits the fan: The Septic Tank Experience
To those reading, if you have a property that is set up via a septic tank system…I salute you, for those of you set up through your city’s sewer system will never know the struggle. My initial elation at being freed of a monthly sewer bill by the city has quickly dwindled, though perhaps my first experiences amongst this new adventure has jaded me. Now then, without further ado…let us begin. Remember this view? I remind myself daily because this is what everything is for, this lil’ slice of heaven we call home now. When a house has been sitting unused for some time, it’s important to ensure that the tank…
-
The Room Where it Happened
Gather around boys and girls, for I have a story to tell you. Be ye warned though, it is not for the faint of heart. This is the place where it all began. Our descent into the insanity that has been our home project. This is our money pit: the gigantic monster of a remodel that has slowly eaten through both our budget and our sanity. We threw caution to the wind and jumped in headfirst, and, much to our chagrin, ended up stuck in this seemingly endless nightmare. It all sounded so simple. We’d take down the ugly ceiling tiles (seriously who tiles their ceilings???), hang drywall, tape, spackle and…
-
Home Sweet Home
I’ve always found it humorous, the things that we remember when we look back to the near or distant past. For example, I can still recall with perfect clarity the sense of contentment that overwhelmed me the moment I stepped from my car onto the private drive of our farmhouse. This was the one. This was our future home. Sitting atop a gently graded hillside lay the picturesque setting of the quintessential white southern farmhouse set amongst the softly rolling pastures and charming picket fence. What wasn’t to love? Now then, full disclosure…we KNEW up front the home had been vacant for some time, years in fact, and due to…
-
The House
This is our little corner of the world and we call it hell…I mean home. 3 years ago, my now-husband and I bought this quaint little twin and it has been a challenge, to say the least. It’s our first house and we were looking for something we could make our own and not have to put a TON of work into. On the surface, it seemed like a good fit: being located in a decent neighborhood and priced within our budget, we jumped at the chance.  Granted, this wasn’t our dream home and certainly not going to be our forever home but it was a nice starter. On the surface, it…
