The re-user and the organizer that coexist within me live in almost constant tension. The organizer knows there are surfaces in my home that will never be clear for more than a few hours at a time. For example: our kitchen table, that’s perpetually cluttered with dishes, daily mail, partially finished[Read more]
You know how people say the best way to measure the generosity of a person is by seeing how kind they are to someone who has nothing to give them in return? I think the same test could be used to define the commitment level of a creative re-user. While[Read more]
This is the image that greets me when I open my laptop. It’s a picture of Mansker’s Fort at Historic Mansker’s Station, in Goodlettsville, Tennessee. This structure is a replica of the original, built in 1783 by my great, great, great, great, great uncle and aunt, Kasper and Elizabeth Mansker.[Read more]
Bleh. There. I said it. I’ve put off writing a new post for days now because all I have to say (and all I want to say) is bleh. Bleh. Bleh. Bleh. Bleh. Bleh. Even I, the self-proclaimed queen of making-something-out-of-anything, can’t figure out what to make out of this[Read more]
In my continuous quest to make something out of what I already have, one of the things I do most often is to make the most of my space. In my world, there are no small homes, only smaller versions of the ideas meant for much larger homes. For example: take a[Read more]
If I had a nickel for every time I said, “If only they let me run things …” then I’d probably have enough money to hire the arms and legs I need to make all of my great ideas happen. It’s not a new concept: good managers are good at[Read more]