Sometimes things move a little slowly over here in Broke-Ass HQ. It’s that whole “not having any money” thing. But as an advertisement for ketchup once told me “Good things come to those who wait”. And the wait is over folks! Young, Broke & Beautiful: Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living

Among the many things from my childhood that I will inevitably someday foist upon my children (a list that currently includes cassette and video tapes, a Ramones t-shirt, Choose Your Own Adventure books, Polaroid cameras, and Sesame Street) is paint-by-numbers art, which help make anyone feel like an artist. While

Beans! Today is all about ’em. I know last week I wrote about sex and I am probably wrecking boners everywhere, but please hear me out. I’m going through this really weird time right now. I’m starting new projects and none of them pay for a couple more weeks. So I’m in-between

One of the things that’s been popping up on my radar lately is ombre. What started with pink and blue tipped hair on the heads of celebs has grown into a stream of lovely craft ideas. Ombre, which is a French term that means “shaded,” is usually a multi-colored stripe

If, like me, you’re living in a house that was built over a hundred years ago, chances are you also have some pretty dim built-in fixtures and could use an additional burst of light. However, light fixtures can be surprisingly expensive and/or a pain in the butt to install. The

Pennies, much like Rodney Dangerfield, can’t get no respect. You can’t even give those suckers away; panhandlers will look at you sideways if you try to give them anything copper-colored. And hey, I get it. These days a couple of cents will get you….literally nothing. Even if you had two

Perhaps unsurprisingly, I am not yet done talking about wine, or wine-related crafts. In fact, one of the many items on my Geez-I-Wish-I-Had-Enough-Time-To-Do List is to start a drunken craft group inspired by some dear friends in Portland who have been knockin’ ‘em back and getting crafty for a while

Several years ago, a roommate and I were making a Trader Joe’s run when the cashier looked at the conveyer belt (which held many, many bottles of wine and …some food) then asked us, “Where’s the party?” We’re not sure if he was disappointed or impressed when we told him