Hubby and I labeled our new home’s difficulties as “temporary.”
The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines that word as “lasting for a limited time.” As in, “This sparkly 1970s wallpaper is temporary.” Or, “This white carpet where kids held pop-spitting parties is temporary.”
In remodeling timelines, “temporary” resembles a blank, signed check.
We should have known better, having delayed remodeling our former house until we’d lived there 23 years. Then spent big bucks making it irresistible … so we could sell it.
Now, 11 years later, “temporary” has caught up with us again.
We’ve made some improvements: new siding, roof, and landscaping. Hubby painted the ugly, “temporary” black front door.
He says it’s orange.
I say it’s terra cotta.
Which illustrates two reasons we procrastinate in updating our home:
- Hubby is male.
- I am female.
This complicates the simplest project, yet we’ve made progress. After only 45 years of marriage, we not only like our terra cotta/orange door, we arrange decorative pillows on our bed without debate. Hubby keeps the plain one on his side. The fancy one goes on mine.
Surely, we can now agree whether to paint kitchen cabinets Blue Sand or Eggshell Ecstasy.
Hubby’s eyes narrow. “Have you ever seen blue sand? Anywhere?”
I haven’t experienced ecstasy boiling eggs, either. However, I don’t want to extend a discussion about color misrepresentation to blank-check proportions. Then the cabinets will go unpainted another decade.
But a decade is temporary. Not forever.
It just seems like it.
Hubby, a reasonably skilled handyman, could shorten makeover timespans if he were married to a better assistant.
We attempted wallpapering together. Once.
Everything I touched turned to trapezoids.
No matter how carefully I measured. No matter how many tutorial videos I watched.
I should create one for homeowners like myself. I would condense “Seven Simple Steps to Your House’s Total Makeover” to “Two Simple Steps”:
- Light a match.
- Burn the place down.
But then, I’d have to move again, probably to jail. Even wallpapering with Hubby seems preferable. Though he might feel differently …
I suggest another option, in which we could forego painting the kitchen and cabinets and installing new counters and —
“New counters?” Hubby’s eyes narrow again. “Since when?”
Surely, I say, if we paint the kitchen, we should replace ancient, discolored counters. The flooring’s nicked, too.
“If remodeling seems overwhelming,” I say brightly, “we can move to a different house.”
After we sink a ton of money and work into our present home to sell it.
Before moving to another house with temporary sparkly wallpaper. Temporary stained kitchen counters. And temporary carpet somebody showered with Blue Sand …
Your Extraordinary Ordinary: Are you at home with the temporary?
Love this! Yep temporary becomes permanent t until you want to sell! How much sense does that make!
What happens is the “you get used to it”! We don’t see the flaws anymore… Until…
People coming over,
Happy painting ! We tried wall papering ONCE TOO!
Hahaha, Marylou! Yes, it’s much easier to ignore the problem(s) and read a good book! At least, that’s what happens in our household 🙂 Nice to know that other couples are not wallpaper-together enthusiasts, either. Thanks for your comments, and may we continue to enjoy those good books!