I’m sure a wise person once said that you should take a little time to enjoy big accomplishments before moving on to the next thing, and while I do like to flout conventional wisdom at every available opportunity, I felt like a little celebrating might be in order this weekend.
And because I’m me, I decided to interpret “celebrating” as ”never needing to hand wash a dish again for the rest of my life”, so I bought this…
And, you know, since I was there, and making celebratory kitchen purchases, I also bought this…
I mean, it has been kind of amusing to watch people come into the house and gasp in horror at my twenty-year-old fridge that is covered with some sort of unremovable mystery spatter that may be rust. Or blood. But on temperamental days it will also leave three-foot puddle of water on the kitchen floor for me to slip on as I’m running out the door, and lord knows I don’t need yet another way to increase my chances of an ER visit.
I am more excited about the new appliances than the number of exclamation points in this post might lead you to believe, but they won’t actually be in my kitchen for a week or two, and in the meantime I have to figure out how to wrestle the existing appliances out of their current spots without losing my shit and using the sledgehammer. (Want to take bets on how long I last?)
Knowing that there’s a bit more manual labor in my immediate future, I did try to take an opportunity this weekend to do what normal people do on a Saturday. I painted my toenails. I made some fresh lemonade. I sat down and congratulated myself at how well I was “relaxing.”
And that lasted for about five minutes before I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I decided to do this…
Yes. Yes I did.
The awesome 80′s wallpaper is actually coming off fairly easily, although this was one of my favorite moments…
Yep. I’ve got the Russian nesting dolls of wallpaper going on here. Endless layers of the same thing.
Luckily it’s not a huge section of the house, and I’m really just hoping to get the tall wall done while I still have my awesome makeshift scaffolding in place. Because I like having more reasons to hang out up here.
(Why yes, my extra-freaking-long second toe does give me a better grip while standing on a 2×10 over a flight of stairs.)
I believe I now may have an unfinished project in every single room of the house, which I know would drive most normal people crazy, but since I jumped off the sanity train a long time ago, it just makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. However, I am making a concerted effort to tie up some loose ends on other projects as I’m simultaneously
thinking about diving in to a whole bunch of new ones.
Which is why, with approximately four hours of sleep, I found myself finishing up some exterior painting on my house Sunday morning.
I thought for sure the neroutic tendency that I’ve developed over the last two months to wake up before dawn and start working on the house would come to an abrupt halt after the pressure with the bank was off, but no, 7:30 rolls around and I start getting twitchy if I don’t have a hammer or a paintbrush in my hand. It’s not good for the dark circles under my eyes, but the addition definitely looks better from the driveway.
Which I’m sure is just thrilling for the three people that drive down my dirt road every day. The excitement out here in the country really never ends.