Trust me, I’m a journo

Hubby thinks I’m becoming a little disingenuous with my remodeling agenda. He thinks my desires to get a blog out of it are messing with what’s at the heart of this: to get the house fixed up. Hmm, I say. And Harumph. And I’m a journalist, so what the hell do you expect? It’s all about the stories, after all. But this week [...]

Enter at your own risk

An important anniversary has come and gone and I remained curiously silent about it. February 12 was four years to the day since we moved to this house. It was even more hectic than your average house move, I remember, because two days later Sweetpea and me were getting on a plane to Blighty for a friend’s [...]

What’s the hurry?

Hubby’s an engineer. Had you worked that one out already? The clues are all there, scattered throughout our story so far: a fixer, a perfectionist, slow but meticulous with tasks, and with high standards. I am the whirling dervish in comparison: unfocused, slapdash, impatient. I don’t look too closely and many times, because of that, I [...]

Social networking for real

“Good fences make good neighbours,” said the poet Robert Frost. Wow. Makes me sound all cultured, doesn’t it? When as any of you who know me also know, I’m more partial to an episode of American Idol of an evening than getting deep into a poetry anthology. But I came across that quote today and loved it. [...]

And here it is…

… my solution to a redundant, dingy doorway between my office and mud room/laundry room: magnetic latex primer + black chalkboard paint + wire soap dish from Target. The soap dish is mounted by screw-in hooks onto a small piece of wood that’s glued (and painted black) on top of the doorknob hole. (Credit goes [...]