And you may tell yourself This is not my beautiful house!
And you may ask yourself - well, how did I get here?
- Once In A LifeTime by Talking Heads, from the album Remain In Light, 1980
How did I get here? I ask myself that a lot lately. It's been almost three years since moving into an antebellum farmhouse that I though just needed a little paint and some updated flooring. I was wrong. My dream was move a bit out of the city, but still close enough to commute. Plant a garden, read by a fire, the country air and all of its joys. Now living among an elcectic melange of crash pad, design lab, recording studio, hardware and tool supply and indoor lumberyard. I've decided to chronicle the trials, tribulations and occasional triumphs in an effort to make some sense of it all, and hopefully unwind from the seemingly endless cycle of design/plan/source/demolish/build/repeat. A sort of online cocktail... two parts personal journal, one part DIY reality tv, a dash of "don't let this happen to you" advice, a whisper of design inspiration, shake well and serve. Over ice (it's hot down here). Relax and enjoy.
