Who would have thought that the walls would have been the worst part of the boys’ room makeover project?!
As I finished up the sanding the spackle I looked around and the room was a disaster zone. Correction. Is a disaster zone. I ran out of time to clean up before it was time for the kids to go to bed. I am looking at the unclean room as I do when I have a pot of chilli that needs to be scrubbed but I have no will to get it done so I fill it with hot water and suds and “let it soak” for the night…. not sure if that applies to this situation but it is what it is.
You know how in the movies or on TV when the characters DIY they always have a bit of saw dust on their clothes and some dirt on their flannel shirt and then maybe a cute smudge of paint across their tiny perfect Hollywood nose? Yeah that is not what it is like in real life. As I shut the boys’ door behind me and headed into the master bathroom I took stock of my present “DIY Look” I was covered in a layer, not a fine layer, it was a can’t quite make out what color your shirt is layer of dust from head to toe. I was sneezing and coughing grey matter and when I looked into the mirror I was shocked to see that I had aged 60 years. My face was the color of ash and every line was visible. It was like someone had dusted my face for fingerprints and all the only clue they found was that I am on the fast track to 30.
DIY is messy business. It isn’t called sweat equity for nothing. It is hard work and it take a tremendous amount of dedication to your project or dare I say, vision, to make the choice to spend your free time sanding down previous owners short cuts instead of doing… whatever else normal people do.
I turned on the shower after deciding that no good would come of me taking a self portrait of my ashen aged self. As I waited for the water to warm up a blue bottle in our glass faced medicine cabinet caught my eye. It was my “good soap” that I received as a secret Santa present from a cousin I don’t see nearly often enough this past Christmas. I grabbed it and brought it in the shower with me. It is one of those good smelling special soaps that I always think that I should save for a special occasion like a hot date with my husband. If I only used this soap when I went on said hot date with my husband I wouldn’t be able to finish the bottle before it expired right around the time of our 15th wedding anniversary. You know what? I used that soap. I didn’t even give my Target knock off Dove body wash a second glance. I used my lavender smelling fancy soap to wash away all the dust, grime, wallpaper glue and even a few scraps of stuck on NASCAR wallpaper. I am sitting at my computer right now smelling better than I have in a very long time. Thank you Cousin Michael. You can now say that we named our first born after you!
Why do we DIY? We do it because I love it. I would like to think that Tim loves it too. Does it save us money? Sure it does but that isn’t even one of the top five reasons I love it. What are the top five reasons? Right now the top two reasons are that soap smells better after sanding and a beer never tastes as good after a day spent DIYing.