Here’s something that is not going to be a shock to anyone who has been reading this website for, oh, longer than five minutes: If you set me down in front of a basket of laundry and ask me to fold it, the next thing you know I will inexplicably be writing on a wall with a sharpie marker. So basically I’m like a three year old, with only marginally better spelling skills.
What this picture should tell you…
Is that there is a lot of unfolded laundry in my life right now.
This is the upstairs bathroom (not the downstairs bathroom, or the torn-apart master bathroom, because a girl who has a moral objection to cleaning should really own a house with three toilets) and when I bought the Liberty House, it looked like this…
It contains a lot of… weirdness. Not the least of which is that there are a couple of mismatched wall cabinets serving as a sink base for a very expensive granite counter. Oh, and those outlets that are located smack in the middle of the wall and make mirror placement rather awkward.
At some point in the next five years I will probably tear this bathroom down to the studs, but it’s very very low on the project list, so I decided to give the space a mini-makeover so that it wouldn’t make my eye twitch. A few months ago I put some time in getting the it-looks-like-someone-got-murded-in-here iron stains out of the shower, taking a hammer to the old sinks and replacing them, painting the walls, and hanging a skull on the wall. Eventually I’ll build new doors for the cabinets.
For the wall behind the sinks I had this grand idea to do a gallery of mirrors with a of the frames containing “chalkboard art” in them.
Here’s how far I got with that idea.
The bathroom has seriously looked just like this (yes, with those two pieces of paper still taped to the wall) since June. Because I’m awesome at finishing projects like that.
Truth is, I just couldn’t see the end result in my head, and that’s usually when I have to a.) just push through it until I get far enough along that I can envision what it will look like, b.) leave it in an ugly unfinished state for eternity so that everyone who comes into my house gives me a look and shakes their head, or c.) scrap it. Also, I had a complete mental block over the fancy chalkboard lettering, which I intended to do with a white paint sharpie directly on the walls.
And you know what? This wasn’t even on my radar of projects to address in the next several months. I know that, because it’s not on my list. But then I was looking at my Pinterest boards last night and realized I don’t want fancy lettering, or worrying about spacing or spelling or typography.So I grabbed my Sharpie, pulled up some of my favorite words to live by, and did it.
I know there’s a rule written somewhere that you need to have a mirror over your sink. Which, now that I think about it, is basically the stupidest rule ever. Who was the person who said, Hey, you know what I’d like to do first thing in the morning? Stare at my exhausted face in a mirror– the dark circles under my eyes, three new gray hairs, and a stress zit the size of a small planet that has magically appeared on my forehead overnight (thank you, day job)– for two effing minutes while I brush my teeth. Who ever that was, I can guarantee you they were far, far prettier than I am. Or delusional.
Either way, here’s how I’d rather start and end my day– by being inspired, remembering what is important, and laughing.
My house is such a smartass.