Home Improvements Make Me Happy (& Crazy)

It’s Friday.  I’ve been out of the blogging loop for so long (yes, two weeks is really long in blog time) that I don’t know where to begin.  I do know that a contractor just left my house after installing a new chimney and wood stove.  I can’t wait to get burning and make my house feel like a summer day.  I may even get crazy and take my crocheted gloves off tonight.

I’ve been thinking lately, and I’ve come to the conclusion that my love language is paint.  Yes, I said P-A-I-N-T.  While some girls get flowers and jewels, my husband brings me home rollers and brushes.  The problem is that I kinda get excited when I hold that new, never before latex-laden brush

I’m not certain, but I think I may have a problem.

I’m stuck in a world of home-improvement and I can’t get out!

We finally tackled our bedroom closet.  It’s a great space – I can actually walk into it, but we never used it.  For two years the closet sat empty while our office sat filled with clothes and overflow of everything.

We’re insane I tell you!

First we thought we’d turn that closet into a bathroom, but then my husband started “fixing” the plumbing and we knew we should remain content with one toilet.  He’s definitely an electrician and water doesn’t spark.  Know what I mean?

As soon as we abandoned the master bath idea, I briefly decided to make the closet into a writing room full of inspiration and all things pretty (translate Target).  However, I still had no-place to put my clothes.  Ultimately we went with common sense and kept the closet a closet.

It’s the worst paint job I’ve done to date, but I got a wretched migraine about 1/4 of the way through.  I’m just glad it got finished, because as soon as I spilled all the leftover paint on top of my daughter’s new sweatshirt, I knew it was time to stop painting and go to bed.

Someone recently cleaned out their stash of dress shirts and gave my husband a whole box full.  Now he has more clothes than I do and that makes me feel like a female failure.  Thankfully I still have more shoes.

I can’t believe I just showed you the inside of my closet.  Sorry.

I was going to save these pictures of my living room for another day – a day when FringeMan finished hiding all the two-hundred stray wires that decorate one-third of the room, but I feel like I must redeem myself after showing you my closet.

These past few months, it rained so hard, I thought I should trade my paintbrush for a hammer and begin building an ark.  My mudroom flooded, whole towns were submerged, and the furniture store took on water.  Then they had a sale.  As in every single item in the store got discounted to cost or below.

I thanked God for the flood waters and bought a new couch.  And a loveseat.  And a table.

My neighbor is shocked I bought furniture in earth tones.  I was just tired of everything always look like a Dr. Suess book mess even when it was clean.  We had way too much visual stimulation.  I also had old gold chairs with disintegrating cushions.  I threw those out in early spring when gold dust began blowing through the house and covering every surface.  By the time my anniversary came, we were down to the futon and folding chairs.

So we set out to buy a real couch.  With cushions.

I love this set.  My living room always looks clean and I love having seats for more than two people.  I find myself just sitting on the couch and enjoying a finished space – nearly finished space.

My painted floors are pretty, but they aren’t holding up.  I’ve even forbidden shoes in the living room, but they still continue to get chipped.  I’m not giving up my slippers too, so I am currently laying a new floor.  Myself.  They’re only vinyl tiles in a modeled brown (I think they call it stained concrete or something).  I should be finished next year.

In the meantime, I’ll enjoy my nearly new living room and my Ginger Spice Cake candle.  You need one of these.  Take my word on it!

Since my daughter declared Friday night ‘Girl’s Night’, you’ll find me curled in a corner of the couch watching Jayne Eyre with FringeKid.  FringeBoy has a party and FringeMan will probably work.

Before I finish this post, I thought I’d start a new list.  You add to it.  Okay?

You know you’re getting old when…

your kids get invited to parties and you don’t.


  1. Aunt Pat says

    I love the new look. Must admit, I do miss the Dr Suess look. You know what this means, don’t you!!! Lova ya

  2. says

    I love your new furniture! I like having neutral-colored furniture because then you can change pillows and lampshades and have a whole new look anytime you want! : )

    You know you’re old when a great weekend means you got the house clean, the coupons clipped and the grocery shopping done.

  3. says

    My husband has more clothes than I do, too. He may even have more shoes. I dislike shopping so much that I was already in the running as a female failure. ;)

  4. says

    Tricia! I love your new furniture, and I so love that you love paint. I love it too! (granted, that might mean we are both very very crazy) Don’t get my husband started about my paint chip collection . . .

  5. Judy Brodie says

    You know you’re old when a mall clerk refers to you and your husband as “cute” or a waiter refers to your husband as “your boyfriend”…Oh, please!! (We really are old, 61 and 62 and these comments only confirm it :)

  6. says

    I would love to have your closet. :) Your new furniture is gorgeous! Beautiful. So comfy looking. :) :) See, there’s a silver lining to every cloud. :)

  7. says

    I love your sofa. We need a new one desperately but there always seems to be a higher priority. So to add to your list, you know you’re getting old when you prioritize purchases rather than buying whatever you want.

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