Me: 1, Hubby: 0

O me miserum, as my Latin teacher used to say. Or, *%&*ing *%##*%$s and *#@&. (A grand prize for anyone who correctly deciphers the swear words). If you’ve been following the fireplace saga, you’ll know there were two camps: 1. Hubby with his theory that the sooty red brick surround should be carefully covered up with concrete [...]

Bargains R Us

  I meet a lot of interior designers, and see a lot of high-end homes, and talk to a lot of homeowners with ten times the interior design spend I’m used to. So, naturally, I come to question some of my unlimited edition framed posters from Marshall’s and office desk from Target. Money does buy [...]

He knows, you know

It’s Mrs Slapdash vs Mr Meticulous again. As I write this, Hubby is at the kitchen table doing sums. He’s calculating how big a hole he needs to cut in the giant piece of concrete board he brought home the other night (so big we couldn’t shift it off the top of the car and so [...]

My four hours of community service

This weekend I logged four hours of remodeling. I learned how to use a rotary saw, handled a lethal weapon of a drill, and attached screws the length of Edward Scissorhands’ fingers. Except… it wasn’t on our house. Strange that I can find the time to work on somebody else’s, but not my own, eh? [...]

Twin piques

I’ve been out of sorts. That’s not unusual. I’m often to be found driving down the street with my purse on the car roof, or injecting water into a tire instead of air. But really out of sorts. First there was the latest bug, one that made my stomach icky and, well, you don’t want to [...]