Hi! You’re here, and I think that’s kinda amazing.
I’ve been DIYing for a long time. I blame growing up in a time when Bob Vila and Martha Stewart were setting an expectation of getting things done with your own two hands.
My mom and dad had a hand in that too. I can remember renovating, home improvements, crafts, sewing, knitting, cake decorating all when I was a kid – you name it – my parents had a hand in it.
All that exposure to the DIY world created the lunatic behind this blog.
Hi, I’m Laura and I have DIY addiction.
In case you’re wondering how deep that DIY lunacy goes – someone once told me my tomato sauce wasn’t technically from scratch because I didn’t grow my tomatoes.
So I started to grow my tomatoes. Right?
That’s what you’re going to find here, lots and lots of DIY projects.
A big move to the country
We made the big move from the city to the country not that long ago.
We were living in Vancouver and city living was wearing on both of us. The 2 hours commutes and the heavy burden of high-cost housing made us rethink our long-term goals.
We wanted to retire early, buy a house, have a yard and maybe build a garden. None of that would happen if we stayed in Vancouver. With the cost of a detached home skyrocketing past 1 million we were going to be house rich and pocket poor.
So we took the first opportunity we had to get out. It was a chance to move to small rural town, and we jumped on it.
So we packed up our condo, our dogs, and our lives and made the trip halfway across the country to a small town in the heart of the Canadian prairies.
Farmland all around as far as the eye can see and no Tim Hortons or Starbucks within 150 km.
I mean come on, no coffee shops? It was a TOUGH transition.
Well, what about the house?
We bought a small home with good bones and set out to make it liveable (because it wasn’t). The plan was to do all the work ourselves, save a boatload of money and turn it into a home.
The first year was the toughest. The house was hard to live in as anyone who has done any renovations knows. It’s messy, it’s dirty, and it creates havoc in your daily lives. I regretted our decision to leave the city almost every single day.
But things slowly improved. With every passing project, each new DIY, the house got better. The house I hated slowly became the home I loved.
In that first year, I learned a fundamental lesson. You don’t have to spend a fortune to have a beautiful home. If you’re willing to roll up your sleeves your dream home might be the one you’re living in right now.
So come on in
So pull up a chair, grab a coffee and come on in and poke around. If you’ve read this far, well I am shocked really, but hang around anyway because later there could be pie.
Be warned I like rustic wood, old linens, worn metals, creamy whites, coffee and my dogs. You’ll find a lot of that sprinkled through the blog.
Oh and my husband too of course! He’s a bit vital to the whole process of renovating and DIY because he’s the wielder of the power tools. He also indulges my creative whimsies (his words, not mine) and that makes him something special.