Consequently, my home tends to have little "projects" in need of doing. My husband is pretty handy -- I mean, he fixed the front door latch with a baby pacifier, which is nothing if not resourceful. But when you're not
Which means that there are things in my house that drive me crazy, because I don't do and have stopped asking.
I'm betting that you have an item (or two) like this of your very own.
So what is it that drives you most crazy? Is it a broken shelf, a cracked driveway, a leaky sink, your neighbor's yapping dog?
Beth:
Every time I walk into the master bath, it's hard not to notice this:
I always feel like a member of the Clampett family when I see it. There's just something so trailer park about it, isn't there?
Jacquie:This corner:
That counter top had a teutonic shift nearly from the moment it was installed, and all sort of crap gets stuck in there. Also, the grout where the counter meets the backsplash is cracked. I look at it every morning and grumble.
Ellie:
Well, I'll tell you one thing that doesn't drive me crazy.
I got home from work yesterday (I know, I know, "work" is a relative term for my job) and immediately poured myself a giant lovely icey glass of charrrrbonay and said to Mistah, "I only wish I put pretzels on your shopping list; I'm craving rods." Mistah said, "Did you look on the shelf?" I hadn't. Then I did. And this is what I saw:
It was full when Mistah brought it home. We did have our friends Dorothy and Jim over for a couple of hours, but I did my square fair share. And am all the better for it.
What bugs me about my house though? What's the anti-giant-bucket-of-pretzels for me??? Well, what bugs me the most I can't show you. It's too embarrassing. Two years after moving into this house we're still without dressers or bureaus or armoires or even hooks in our clothes room. It's a disaster. I have eyes only for my pile of clothes when I walk in and hope the rest goes away. La la la la la.
What bugs me about my house though? What's the anti-giant-bucket-of-pretzels for me??? Well, what bugs me the most I can't show you. It's too embarrassing. Two years after moving into this house we're still without dressers or bureaus or armoires or even hooks in our clothes room. It's a disaster. I have eyes only for my pile of clothes when I walk in and hope the rest goes away. La la la la la.
But what I can show you, and what I can tackle, is this:
Spring project, baby. I smell a blog post.
2 comments:
thanks for sharing ellie..your clothes in piles makes your organized photos more tolerable :)
I just told my husband today that we should make a list of all the things that need to be done that have been ignored for the 11 years we've lived here and had no $$ to do them. That way I know which lottery tickets to buy. I'm thinking $50,000 minimum. (a new roof is on that list and I don't think they're cheap)
just checking in to see if Beth and Jacquie are OK after the quake??
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