Heyo- the DIY Diva here with part two of my “grossest project yet” post about building composting bins. So, faithful readers, I took a bit of crap last week from commenters who objected to my post about the process of researching how to build a composting bin to prepare mulch

Heyo – the DIY Diva here with my grossest, most disgusting project yet.  Today I’m going to talk today about building my very own composting bin. I just moved to an apartment in Oakland which has a huge backyard.  My housemates and I have discussed starting a sort-of urban farm

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

Heyo – the DIY Diva here with a throwback craft that will take you back to your Girl Scout/Boy Scout days around the campfire roasting marshmallows with your BFF. Remember when I said that I couldn’t knit for shit?  Well the thing that sucks about is that in attempting to

Hey-o the DIY Diva here!  Can you believe it’s already September?  I totes magotes can.  You wanna know why? Because last week my housemate and I both came down with killer head and chest colds. We spent most of Labor Day weekend laboring to cough phlegm out of our belabored

Heyo – the DIY Diva here with a practical quartet of crafty do-it-yourself bath & beauty products that you can make for yourself or as awesome gifts for your hipster friends. I don’t know about you, but I could easily – EASILY – spend a $100 per visit in the

Heyo — the DIY Diva here. When BAS asked me to write this column I kind of giggled a little bit. Because I am possibly the least crafty person I know. Seriously, I have never scrap booked, decoupaged, crocheted, sewed or knit a damn thing in my entire life. I

Heyo — the DIY Diva here with this week’s on-the-cheap craftacular project for all you out there in Broke-Assland. Pets are absolutely, positively a luxury and not something for the broke-ass.  Though I am a broke-ass and have a dog.  And, I bet you either have a dog/cat or know

Heyo — the DIY Diva here. You know how sometimes, when you’re coming down off of some weird pharmaceutical that a sketchy friend gave you the night before in a dive bar, you get the chills? A new warm blanket would be the thing to have in those situations. This