Tuesday, 5 June 2012
I grew up in a DIY family. My mom mostly-single-handedly rescued our rented duplex from the brink of being condemned. In the ten years we lived there, she built walls, replaced subfloors and carpet, painted, updated the kitchen, reclaimed the thistle-filled wasteland of a backyard, built a playhouse and a garden shed and a deck, etc, etc, etc. She was also a seamstress, a cake decorator, a sign painter, and a homeschooler.
When I got married at the ripe old age of 19, what I missed the most about living in my mom's house (other than my family, and only having to cook once a week) was her stash of supplies. I could do or make nearly anything just by digging around in the closet a little.
Of course I eventually accumulated my own stash, which has had to be purged a few times lest it take over the entire basement. I've become a DIYer, and most of the time I enjoy it. I love the challenge of figuring out how to fix a problem either using something I already have, or buying materials to make it.
But sometimes, I've just had enough. I'm tired of having an imperfect, in-progress home. I'm tired of having furniture in need of a paint job, or kitchen cabinets and lighting I don't like. I want to just pull out a credit card or sign a loan application to make it perfect with as little time invested as possible.
Yet, even if we had the money, I doubt I could spend it that way. I'm the type to look at something in a store and think, I could make that for way less! I also have to remind myself that I like things to be imperfect. If we had brand new hardwood, or a shiny new kitchen table from Finesse Home Furnishings or wherever, I would be afraid to live with it. You know how horrifying that very first scratch is on something new.
So I guess I'll stick with the DIY lifestyle, and love my battered second-hand furniture and quirky antiques and chipped laminate floor that hides so much of the mess of life!
What I'm wearing:
Jeans - H&M
Shirt - Lululemon (second hand)
Tank - Kismet
Boots - Shoe Warehouse
Scarf - Gift from a friend for my birthday. I love my hipster scarf!
(by the way, that's a freckle in the middle of my forehead, not a pimple!)