Wednesday WTF
Our dog Hazelberg would absolutely trash the Elvis inspired home featured in this week’s column. Yeeeesssss, what a combo, right? Hazelberg and Elvis, Elvis and Hazelberg. They are the dynamic duo that make you go “ugh.” In no way is this meant to disparage Elvis. I’m a huge Elvis fan. Huuuuggggeeee. He was such an…
“Some homes are built, others are conjured,” is the opening line to the description of the house featured in this week’s column. “Conjured?” Does anyone really want to live in a house that was conjured? That doesn’t sound appealing. Who did this conjuring, and why didn’t they just go to an architect like normal, rational…
Ah, home repair. When the Gusman and I bought our first home, we were do-it-yourself masters. There was no YouTube or internet. It was just us, our wits, and the dinosaurs. Perhaps if we had had the internet, we would not have created so many — how should I say — code violations. Shhhh… don’t…
I have reached a point in my writing career that I am no longer surprised when I come across a home that actually surpasses a previous nutball home I’ve written about. Case in point: the urinal house. That’s right. There were two urinals installed in the kitchen bar across from the keg. At that time…
The great Maya Angelou coined the phrase, “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” It is sound advice and very on point. When she voiced those words I am fairly certain she was referring to people as opposed to a house. If only Maya were still with us I would…
