This is a photo of our old, very narrow, constantly flooded and covered in rubble front path. It’s one of the things that has constantly bugged me about this house. When ever I pull up on the drive way a little sigh escapes me as I contemplate herding my gaggle of unruly children into the [...]

Why does my head sing playschool songs while renovating??? Must be the tedium, or the monotony or the tiny bits of paint dust that fly up my nose and lodge themselves in the gray matter. Must really check if this stuff is lead-based