MANIC HOUSE

Fear, Loathing, & DIY

Review: Casper Bed

January 17, 2016 by Kirby | 0 comments

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OOO BABBBY! We got a new bed.

Purchasing a bed online wasn’t something we were planning on. We actually went to a Mattress Firm and Goldilocked the hell out of several beds before becoming restless, confused, and frighted at the high price tags. We knew we wanted memory foam with springs, but we couldn’t bring ourselves to bite the bullet and pay for one.

Then came a friend with a Casper who, while very well rested, told me, “Just try it” thus passing a figurative bed-sized joint that would soon allow me to sleep like a precious lil baby.
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2015 was an awful, beautiful year

January 4, 2016 by Kirby | 0 comments

It seems like everyone wants to talk a little, or write a little about 2015 before the new year really starts, and I don’t blame them. There is a value in meditating on the year we just completed before starting the next one, and it feels more important than ever–at least for my self–as 2015 was a particularly hard but amazing year.

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Master Closet Expansion (or how I discovered drywall dust is the best dry shampoo)

December 15, 2015 by Kirby | 0 comments

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One of the very first things I knew I wanted to do to our house  was remove the hallway closet to expand the one in our master bedroom. The hallway closet was narrow and couldn’t hold anything thick like quilts or comforters without us having to fold them impossibly small. It easily held towels, but we don’t have a closet’s worth of towels to store, so it was pretty useless. Our master closet was located on the other side of the linen closet and was also, small. It had two rows of bars to hold clothes, and then two shelves above each bar, and that was it. While it could hold all of my things, they were cramped. K’s things were a non-starter–fitting them into the closet was a no-go from the start. So the hallway closet had to go.

Here is how it went.

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Fancy Fix Vinyl Privacy Film

November 28, 2015 by Kirby | 0 comments

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The windows were completely bare when we moved into the house, and while I knew I would use wood blinds as our base protection from peepers, creepers, and the sun, I didn’t want to use them on the back doors and bathroom window. I wanted something minimal that I never would have to clean.

I’ve also been trying the slow approach to figuring out how the house should look. While we may be making some big steps toward some DIY remodeling–inspired by our plumbing problem, more on that later–I don’t want to rush into any expensive purchases we might not like further down the road. So while we’ve put up blinds, I’m waiting on drapes, and wanted to stick to simple, classic solutions for the other stuff.

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Grandma Crowley’s Carrot Cake

November 25, 2015 by Kirby | 0 comments

Ok, I forgot to take a picture.

Ok, I forgot to take a picture.

Imagine a beautiful carrot cake, spongy and delicious, right out of a bundt pan with an orange glaze dripping down its sweet round sides, no icing but moist as all hell. That’s this cake. Imagine it, because I forgot to take a picture before we ripped into this b.

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The Before it All Fell Apart House Tour

November 13, 2015 by Kirby | 0 comments

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GUYS, I have not been good at blogging. There is something about having your boo kitty come home from his bro-ployment, then buying a house immediately after, while running a magazine, and also packing up/moving the office you work at that somehow takes up a shit-ton of time. Who would have figured?

Life stuff is how people become so boring. I’m boring! And life is hard! AMERIKA! CELEBRATION! Amen.

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Middle class white lady problems, or how buying a home has been surprisingly degrading

October 19, 2015 by Kirby | 0 comments

I’m speaking in hyperbole, but maybe not.

As I’ve grown older I’ve experienced, or have been more keenly aware of, all the misogyny that one faces during the course of her life. I’ve been in offices where women sabotage other women, I’ve been in interviews where I’ve had to justify publishing woman writers as not a form of affirmative action but common sense, I’ve answered IRS queries to NANO Fiction where I’ve had to explain that a woman’s body is not inherently pornographic, I’ve been in classrooms where the instructor never taught women’s work, been equals to men who never saw me so, and been a supervisor to men who never saw me as that either–this is just a sampling of instances that doesn’t include the subversive kind of sexism that happens every day. Male chauvinism is an inescapable smog that one has to walk through on a daily basis. Sometimes it’s light and misty, and other times–thick and foggy and leaves a sort of residue you want to wash off, only to have to go outside and walk in it again. It’s everywhere and most of the time I can easily brush things off.

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