Saturday, June 12, 2010

Small Victories Part 1

Sometimes it's the small victories that count, right?

I painted the bathroom. But really... the satisfaction only lasted a little while. Because now, after watching "Don't Sweat It" today... I want to re-tile! I want to straighten that wobbly crooked uneven, badly installed tile, so badly, I can taste it! I want to rip it up from the floor, and down off the walls! I also want to paint the vanity and the medicine cabinet... and distress and antique them, so their crappiness looks deliberate, instead of just, well, crappy. And... I want a new toilet and bathtub. And a linen closet would be nice. In short, I want to gut that mother fucker and make my dream potty. But... unfortunately, other than aesthetics that bathroom is fully functional. And in this house, that means... gonna have to wait. Sigh... There are much bigger fish to fry... and we still don't even have a skillet...

I really think this house is out to get me... the nicest room in the house is the kitchen... a room, I usually avoid like the plague. (Yeah, I still do, anyway.)

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

My House is a soul sucking, motivation vampire.

I know, I know... there's a whole lot of bitching going on in this blog... and I swear, that at some point, it will be about the victories. At least, I really hope, that at some point there will be some victories... It's just that, sometimes, I get so overwhelmed, it's hard to imagine.

So, the sad truth is... that this house really needed to be gutted. Stripped down to the studs and just basically rebuilt from there. And had we bought it for what (former owner's name here) paid for it, we could afford to do that. But, as it is, we can't afford it... Where do we go from here? That is the real question. And just where is the starting point... because, honestly, just when I think I've found a starting point, I discover 10-15 things I need to do first. It just seems unending... It's hard to get motivated when you have no idea how to begin. I mean how can you find the finish line when you can't even see the starting point?