It seems odd to write about something like a backsplash right now. On one side of my life, serious things are happening. Friends are losing loved ones, job applications are pending, and people are leaving ignorant, condescending comments on my harassment piece, which was syndicated on The Huffington Post yesterday. (I’m talking to you, Thomas O’Duffy.) Read the rest of this gem…
Help me decide which light fixture should go above our dining room table — new and contemporary? Or old and spidery? Read the rest of this gem…
When I was busy eating Italy, my lovable husbandmunch did some work around the house. Read the rest of this gem…
Pay attention for a second, because I’m about to get real.
Last weekend one of Justin’s troops from our last duty station stopped by for a visit while traveling up the coast. Read the rest of this gem…
How to install a hidden range hood and cover kitchen soffits with beadboard. You know — the important things in life. Read the rest of this gem…
Back when I had an office job and I sat around making maps all day for the military, I had an opportunity to go to the big ESRI GIS conference in San Diego. At the time I’d never been to San Diego, and I was like YES! California! Sunshine! Acronyms! Beaches! Bring it! Read the rest of this gem…
Okay. So I don’t actually know about “rules” for a kitchen layout. And I’m certainly not a professional. But I’ve remodeled two of my own kitchens, and so far I have a 100% satisfaction rating when it comes to layout. That makes me an expert of my own domain. Read the rest of this gem…
I’ll tell you what. It’s photos of projects like Christina’s, which I posted on Friday, that have the power to either kick a huge motivational boot to my butt or just make me want to give up entirely. Read the rest of this gem…
How to build a plumbing pipe closet organizer. Redux. (Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery!) Read the rest of this gem…
Some of you know that, as a freelancer, I occasionally photograph and write house tours for Apartment Therapy. My friend Jaime encouraged me to apply for the gig a couple of years ago, and my inner voyeur — the one who thinks dusk is the perfect time to walk the mutts because that’s when people turn their lights on but don’t close their drapes — leapt at the prospect of actually getting paid to look inside people’s houses.