La Maison Buck is moving! (and reinventing itself)

Literally and digitally! Don’t worry, I am taking all of you wonderful readers with me on this next adventure.

Buckhouse Blog is moving has moved to a self-hosted site, but new posts should still show up in your reader once the technicians have moved you over.

Email subscribers, everything will be the same. New posts will still arrive via email!

And ya’ll might be wondering to yourselves, “What posts?”

Which is a valid point.

So, we  –the crew at Buckhouse– went and bought ANOTHER fixer-upper house in need of a complete gut renovation, just as we finished the last bit of work on the cottage.

I think that is what they call a pathology, but I don’t know anything about that.

And if we thought it was hard to undertake a major renovation of a single-family with the help of a general contractor, then we had no idea how hard it could possibly be to complete a renovation with no general contractor on a multi-family property.

That is what we are doing right now, and since we went and started it, we had better hurry up and finish it.  Wish us luck!

You can follow our adventuring on instagram @Jesciemoira or on twitter @jesciemoira for now.

Many exciting projects and tips and tricks for surviving home renovations coming soon!

xo – Jesse and the crew

Thanks for following!

This is it. We call it "the monster house" and even have a theme song and dance.

This is it. We call it “the monster house” and even have a theme song and dance.

Throw-back post: Le Luberon


A tour of four Luberon villages The selection of photographs above are from our first outing, a lovely day of winding and climbing though the hilltop towns of the Luberon Valley, well four of them at least. The Luberon Valley is the Provence that you see in the movies. Tiny towns, growing directly out of the rocky terrain. Stone buildings constructed by skilled masons and stuccoed with ochre pigments, faded from the sun, hung with blue-grey wood … ... READ MORE

Throw-back post: Provence is even cooler than you think

Sepia Manor

One year ago today, I was packing and saying my goodbyes. Tonight, I am looking through my old posts, messing with the format of my blog, and trying to rekindle my engagement in an activity that has been on hold during the intense early phase of another major renovation. I happened upon this post, never published. In memory of that wonderful time that feels like an eternity ago now, I hit the Publish button. Enjoy! . . . After our whirlwind … ... READ MORE

Trends on Tuesday: Black and White


Black is black back. White-washed, sun-drenched Scandinavian and French interiors have dominated the pages of design magazines and covered Pinterest boards for the past year(s)— everything, from kitchen casework to painted floors, has been white, white and more white. But lately, the neutral palettes have taken a dark and dramatic turn, transitioning from whites, taupes, and light grays to blacks and dark cool grays against a bright white … ... READ MORE

DIY Recycled Denim Chevron Bench Cushion


Remember last summer? I know, I know. It has been a while. Summer happened a few blizzards, and a hurricane, and Tom and Katie's divorce ago. But more importantly, last summer was when I told you how desperately we needed a footstool for the living room. Remember that? Well, I am excited to inform you that it is April, and the project is finally finished. Really! I'm so excited and I am not even being sarcastic. And yes, I do gauge the passing … ... READ MORE

I am not dead, or buried in snow, or stuck in the bathroom


I thought about writing a funny "I'm back" post about being stuck in the half-bath for the last few months. Something about how the door sticks something fierce because it hangs at an angle, followed by a sardonic joke about the boys never bothering to check on the rattling noise coming from behind the door. I was going to tell you that no one really noticed my absence while I daydreamed away my winter, sitting on the toilet waiting to be … ... READ MORE

To Paris, with love


Paris is beautiful, especially in the rain. Six weeks after my arrival in the South of France, I hopped the TGV out of Aix for the Gare de Lyon. Simultaneously, my boys hopped on a direct flight out of JFK, destination Charles De Gaulle Airport. We met at the hotel in the 14th arondissement. It was raining. They arrived first, well-rested despite their red-eye out of the New York. I arrived second, with red eyes, despite my waking hour commute … ... READ MORE

La Vie en Rose


There is just something about France and love. “... you’ll have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.” —E.A. Buchianerie, Brushstrokes of a Gladfly Merde! I'm in love. I know, I know, quelle surprise. It all sounds so predictable: burnt-out, disgruntled, overworked American goes abroad and rediscovers her joie de vivre over steaming bowls of cafe au lait, greasy pain au chocolat, and long moonlit … ... READ MORE


The water is calm but the fence is gone.

We watched the continent-size hurricane approaching the Long Island Sound on an 8x12 inch computer screen, the four of us huddled together on a love seat in Provence. We did not speak too much about It because you cannot have that what if conversation when the what if is too daunting and the outcome too remote to control from across the sea. So we continued our vacation as planned; we walked to the market, we took in the Architecture, we slept-in … ... READ MORE

The Market: In pictures


The market, once intimidating because of the French required to navigate through the purchasing process, has now become one of my favorite weekly routines. Sometimes I even take my camera. I even have a regular produce stand, which is run by an older couple that while helpful are not overly friendly. I have learned these key phrases to help expedite the process. Puis-je avoir un panier? --May I have a basket Je suis prêt -- I am ready Quel est … ... READ MORE

Musings on cultural inheritances and long working hours

My students observing the French in their natural habitat.

The character of a third place is determined most of all by its regular clientele and is marked by a playful mood, which contrasts with people’s more serious involvement in other spheres. Though a radically different kind of setting for a home, the third place is remarkably similar to a good home in the psychological comfort and support that it extends…They are the heart of a community’s social vitality, the grassroots of democracy, but sadly, … ... READ MORE

Ironman and my trip to the market


I am a pretty big fan of Ironman and triathlons in general, and would most certainly compete in them myself, if not for an unfortunate knee injury, so I was excited to learn that an Ironman would be ending somewhere in Aix this September. I knew this even before I left the US. In hindsight, it probably would have been more useful for me to know more French. When and where this event would be taking place was another matter, because no one really … ... READ MORE