The Man Behind the Curtain
This really isn’t intended to be a self-deprecating post. Not at all.
And no, it’s not about Justin.
The intention is to show you that even though I always claim to not be perfect, I really. am. NOT. perfect.
So today I’m pulling back the velvet curtain I’ve draped in front of the not-so-attractive aspects of our home to reveal the trembling, scatterbrained, decrepit old man who’s desperately been trying to pose as a Cosmopolitan cover girl for the past 4 years.
And the truth shall set me free.
Then I discovered over the winter while meandering around the yard (okay, I was picking up doggie doo) that yes, it most definitely was infested with termites.
FAIL. The seedy little buggers were smart enough to destroy the back of the raised bed where it couldn’t easily be noticed.
And remember that landscape bed we “made over” in the front of the house? Yeah… well 2 different plant species later, the mulch still looks decent and is relatively weed-free, but the bed is also live plant free, and that’s just not right:
FAIL. I’m telling you, I can’t keep plants alive to save my life. Someone HELP me!
Here’s the porch railing that desperately needs to be painted:
FAIL. We seem to have forgotten that things that don’t necessarily start out as problems in a “fixer-upper” can still turn into problems if you’re remiss in regular upkeep.
And here’s the drywall patches we messed up in the living room:
MAJOR FAIL. That was one of the first projects we did in this place, and let’s just say our naivety shows. In fact, the entire color scheme of that room is jacked. It’s getting re-painted this summer. With FLAT paint – not high gloss.
Oh yes, and the carpet in the hallway still looks like this:
Only a little worse.
Oh, and this reminds me, the trim still needs painting, too.
Anyway. My point here is not just to show you how disgustingly negligent we are when it comes to our house, but to admit just how difficult it can be to finish projects, maintain regular upkeep, clean, repair, and still find time to live in and enjoy the space.
It’s not fun pulling back this curtain to reveal all of our blunders and admit that maybe we were in over our heads a little bit when we bought a “fixer upper.” It’s not fun to admit that we don’t have it together like so many other home owners (and bloggers) with their perfect green grass and crisp front porches and hole-less floors. It’s not fun to admit that maybe I’m just not cut out for the ‘burbs.
Or maybe the ‘burbs weren’t cut out for me.
And this is where my particular brand of Domestiphobia comes into play.
I want to have a nice home, where I don’t have to feel embarrassed about holes in the carpet or cobwebs on the front porch or missing shoe molding in the laundry room. But at the same time, I don’t really care. Not that much. I know these things need to get done, but my priorities for my limited attention span tend to get focused elsewhere.
So I’ve decided I need to set weekly goals, so I can ensure that these little projects that add up to one big headache eventually get done. I’ll announce this coming week’s goal on Monday.
Because a home shouldn’t be the source of constant headaches, you know? It should be a place full of sunshine and warmth.
And ethereal coffee.
A place where you can kick up your shoe-riddled feet, sip your vodka-laced lemonade, and honestly attest that life is, in fact, really really good.
In the spirit of sharing, are there any projects – home-related or otherwise – that you’ve been putting off because it just doesn’t interest you? Sometimes
saying typing it out loud can help, because putting something in writing makes it a lot harder to ignore.