DIY

I was mid-way through a much-needed cup of coffee yesterday when I noticed it: a

I spent most of my twenties working in tech, where if something breaks, you find

I was staring at a jagged, peeling mess of dried silicone around my kitchen backsplash

I was staring at a stack of half-empty ceramic mugs and a pile of disorganized

I was staring at a stack of leaning paperbacks and a half-empty box of IKEA

I spent three hours last weekend hunting for a specific hex key, only to find

I was standing in my kitchen last Tuesday, staring at a pool of grey, stagnant

I spent my Sunday afternoon staring at a half-disassembled 1970s Moog synthesizer, surrounded by a

I was standing in my hallway last Tuesday, staring at a pile of expensive oak

I was standing in my kitchen last Tuesday, staring at a mountain of vegetable peelings