Things that make you gag - and make you want to flee out of a place screaming -
Things that make you cringe so deeply you feel it in the very core of your being -
Things that make you look like you're smelling sh*t ( because basically that's exactly what you're doing day in - day out )
Things that leave you with a little crease between your brow and a slightly disdainful look on your face
Things that in another place and time in your life would have left you declaring - loud and clear
" I couldn't live like that - sorry but I just couldn't "
Bathtubs that leave you preferring going to bed dirty than sit in them
Sinks that make paper plates and plastic cups a wonderful idea
It took this house - this reno in fact - to ensure there is something on my feet always - this bare foot loving girl's feet have not touched the floors yet.
You get used to it - you really do.
When a home made sandwich taste every bit as good as Turkey and all the works.
You fold away your designer jeans - you leave your beloved shoes in their boxes.
Your perfumes takes a second place to lysol and Mr. Clean
And you temporarily forget your hairdresser's number.
You take the despair you ultimately feel every night - and turn it into a dream - somehow - believe it or not somehow you manage to do it -
You get used to it - you really do.
When you're offered to go out for a dinner and you have to weigh whether it's worth taking a shower for and ultimately it isn't - when you'd rather skip the shower and paint another wall - or clean another floor - or pull nails out of the stairs -
The thought crossed my mind the other night - that if I stood outside Home Depot this week - in the state I'm in - and held out a hat - I swear to you people would drop money in it - especially being so close to Christmas and all - I look that pitiful.
I mentioned that fact to my better half last night
John says - DO IT - we could at least get a kitchen sink out of it
Suzan says - Well you do it at another branch and we could get the faucet
I could never - not in a million years - have imagined taking a job like this on while living on the premises.
We did it once before - but only moved in when it was mostly finished.
Sawdust in your coffee?
Nails going through your flip flops?
Windows so dirty you can't see through them?
Gunk as thick as wall studs to be scraped off of EVERY. SINGLE. INCH. of the space you're inhabiting?
There comes a time - when you live amongst the filth of renovating that you realize Coach Purses are overrated - and Burberry Jackets are over the top - and when your Chanel sunglasses get stepped on accidently you most definitely come to the realization that the pharmacy brands keep the sun away ( and hide your haggard face ) just as efficiently.
Who knew it would take a filthy home to change my priorities?
But bit by bit it's chipping away at what I always considered my " must have " luxuries
AND that I'd be kind of happy to see them go -
I haven't worn makeup in 2 weeks - not a big deal in some ladies worlds - but huge in mine -
I'm lucky if I have time to moisturize my legs ( which are starting to be as dry as the wood in this home )
Manicures? FUGGEDABOUDIT - not happening any time soon.
At the end of the day - a hot bath - a thick towel - warm pj's and clean crisp sheets are the luxuries I now live for - and oh what luxuries they are indeed :)
You get used to it..........................
You really do
|BEDROOM FLOOR WELL ON IT'S WAY TO BEING WHITE|
WE PICKED UP A SILVER GREYISH WHITE SHAG AREA RUG TO LAY ON TOP OF THE WHITE
( IT'S STILL IN THE VAN )
AND THIS WALL PAPER