But it’s secret stuff, happening in secret places. You’ll have to email us for the keys to those places. We’ll probably let you in, if you knock first.
[ Read on → ]Fake Moustache and Dark Glasses
I know you think it’s crazy, and maybe it is. But we’re going undercover. If you want to know what we’re up to, email us and we’ll give you the keys to our fancy new bauble. Otherwise, good luck with your own crapshacks. xoxoxo
[ Read on → ]Berried Alive
Were you to drive through the craggy swamp that is presently our driveway, you would arrive, after potentially knocking your exhaust system out or, if you’re lucky, just getting stuck in the mud, at an oasis of thick thorny bushes that look a little like this:
[ Read on → ]At the Pit’s Mouth
This is where the magic happens.
Now I know. You’re going to look at the photo and say So What? A fire pit, whatever crazy lady, go back to playing with your muscles.
[ Read on → ]Demolish the Ruins as Well
Listen, I know this photo doesn’t look like much to you. It looks like a big puddle of mud. And you might ask yourself: is it time to stage an intervention? She’s going on now about a mud puddle. She needs help. Nothing I haven’t heard a billion times…. look:
[ Read on → ]Fire of Unknown Origin
This is a cookstove. I’ve been calling it alternately a STOVE and a CAMPSTOVE, but apparently it more accurately self-identifies as a COOKSTOVE. In other words, it’s a stove on which one cooks.
[ Read on → ]No Animals were Harmed
in the Taking of this Sink
There’s a nice strong spring pissing about two gallons of water per minute out of the side of the hill, which might roughly translate to: the Crapshack will be flowing. We’re looking into hand-dug wells, which seem like the under-radar way to fly around it. And a recent experience being bucked off the mechanical bull of a two-man augur has us in decent shape to operate the basics.
[ Read on → ]Change You Can Upheave In
So I’ve been a little remiss in updates. Not for lack of crap, that’s for sure. Let’s say it was a well-deserved break for springy ceremonial holidays, with blood of gefilte and easter bunny stew. That, and I keep forgetting to charge the battery in the camera.
In the meantime, here’s some tile, of the edging or dividing variety. Scott just had this idea for a way fancy tub, whose incongruity in a Crapshack is just the sort that sits well with me, so maybe this tile can line that. …
[ Read on → ]Nice Knob (A Crass Tale)
I don’t know how many doors the Crapshack will have — probably not many, though I worry a little that depending on how much material we gather, we could be headed the way of the Winchester House (except, you know, about a thousand times smaller). And this wouldn’t be the worst way to head, and to get back to it, the point is: our doors are going to look hot-to-the-touch. In a good way.
[ Read on → ]In a Sailor’s Lap
We got a huge heap of knotty pine that we were told was tongue-and-groove, but which Scott assures me is actually shiplap. I think BOTH tongue-and-groove AND ship’s-lap are perfectly tawdry and suggestible names for types of wood cut, and would be thrilled with either, but when I tried to make a joke about tongues and laps I was silenced by “this will make very fine wainscoting once we sand it and cut it down to size.”
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