Posts by hamblog
lessons: drink warm drinks, buy stronger pretzels
Three things (two oddly pretzel-related) that prove that (in the words of my departed friend Turquoise) I AM DUM. Because I am running around a lot, and live in a region that promotes this lifestyle, I eat a lot of hand food to go. I am not proud of this; at least I endeavor to…
Read Morecampaign season no more: bedroom set refresh
Or, How I’ve Learned to Distrust DIY Blogs (again) I have no idea why I decided to take on repainting a bedroom set when there were so many other pressing projects to do in this house. Maybe I thought it would be quick and easy since design blogs make projects like these look quick and…
Read Morethe case of the mysterious safe
Two strikingly retro and Nancy Drew-like mysteries have been probed and solved while I’ve been living here. The first event happened about three years ago, the second just recently — a nice pair of bookends, as it were, for my tenure here in this house. The Secret of the Gold Booty When I first moved…
Read Morei have never heard of this “game”, or: joops — wait, oops!
Things are progressing along on all fronts and, although I have much less of a life that I’d like to have right now, I am not overwhelmed. I am either on the computer, on the phone, in my car to somewhere, or asleep. Fortunately the computer has been providing the chuckle or two. Dialect Survey…
Read Moremother and child re-oon-oon-yun
I’m taking a very brief break from blogging about the stress of packing/moving and/or about furniture (though, trust me, there is a cornucopia of posts lined up about those very tedious subjects). However, since I don’t seem to have a lot of brain juice, I’m stealing a charming and short conversation seen on Facebook between…
Read Moreforearm bruises are so sexay
This weekend is all about hauling massive pieces of furniture to and fro. On Friday, friends picked up the surreally heavy and unwieldy office furniture that has lived in this house like big oak-veneered albatrosses. I warned them that these pieces are heavy (like, can’t even budge them one inch by myself) but they really…
Read Morelittle guy is dead; long live little guy
There is a lot, oh so very much a lot to do. I tried to write a condensed list of the tasks that must be accomplished over the next few 3.5 months, but I gulped, got an immediate ulcer, and deleted it. The only good thing about an epic to-do list is that I can…
Read Moresplash
I’ve been reading the archives of Ugly House Photos, a blog of photos from a Phoenix area realtor, featuring “Homes With Clutter, Ugly Décor, and Bad Taste”. I like it because I grew up in Phoenix and it feels like going back in time to my weird 70s childhood. Many, many people in Phoenix moved…
Read Morecelebriduck
Malibu: It’s so hard to get away from my flocks and fans. But I have found my solitude. Beautiful, beautiful solitude. Nothing to see here, tourists. Let me be. But here they come. They always find me. Damn Quackarazzi. (We apologize to the poor, sleeping duckie. But Tamar and I thought it was just so…
Read Morerefinish line
I’ve been allowing myself to fantasize about being a house owner, even though it may not happen. A popular bedtime ritual the past week has been to go through months and years of “Before and After” posts on Design Sponge, Apartment Therapy and Curbly while mentally designing my fictional living spaces (you can keep up on…
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