Guys, I’m in DIY hell.
By the end of this week, we should (“Should” being the operative word here…) have replaced the floor in our bedroom, which means I’ve been spending a lot of time repeating the phrase, “It’ll be totally worth it, I’m sure!” Sometimes I alternate it with, “This better be worth it, I’m not even joking,” and every so often I’ll throw in a, “This has all been a terrible mistake: can we just put it all back the way it was?” just to freak Terry out. Ha!
The preparation for this project started at the weekend, and involved the painting of the en-suite bathroom (which isn’t having its floor replaced, by the way – we just wanted it to be the same colour as the bedroom for now, while we work out what we’re going to do with it…), and the complete destruction of all of my careful organising on the top two floors of the house. The bathroom stuff is in the bedroom. The bedroom stuff is in the guest room (I mean, I say “guest room” – it’s currently just a junk room, which also holds my treadmill. “Guest room” is a bit optimistic, really, but hopefully it will be a guest room one day. A long, long time from now, though, because, as with every house project we undertake, I’ve vowed never to do any more DIY ever again…). The guest room stuff is… well, it’s STILL in the guest room, actually, but soon the bathroom stuff will be there too, and I. Am. Losing. My. Mind.
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not good with mess, and I’m really not good with the kind of mess that comes with DIY. When my house is a mess, I feel like my BRAIN is a mess: I’m fully aware of how ridiculous this will sound to a lot of you, but it makes me feel kinda anxious and claustrophobic, and I find it almost impossible to concentrate on anything. That’s why, on a flying visit to Glasgow this week, I wore jeans: I just couldn’t be bothered trying to come up with an outfit that would be suitable for the alternating torrential rain/blazing sunshine we were having all day, and when I don’t want to think about what I’m going to wear, I almost always end up in jeans. And a sweater. And, yes, I’m wearing flats AGAIN. I barely even recognise myself, seriously.
The whole ‘DIY Hell’ thing is ALSO why I took photos of the aforementioned jeans n’ sweater outfit, even although I don’t really like the way I look in jeans most of the time, and I knew my hair would be attacking my face in most of the photos (And seriously, what’s WITH that? I know it was windy – it’s ALWAYS windy – but I was paying attention to the passers-by, and although I saw plenty of women with hair as long, or longer, than mine, I didn’t see ANYONE else walking along having to constantly fight back their hair. Everyone else’s hair was just sitting there, behaving itself perfectly, while mine whipped around my head like it was alive, and trying to escape. I notice this a lot – it’s like I have my own personal wind machine on me at all times. SO UNFAIR.). My photographer will be busy ripping up flooring with his bare hands all week, though, and I know the internet won’t survive without knowing what I wore*, so I knew this would probably be my only chance to get some photos. I actually can’t wait to have the bedroom finished – not just because it’ll mean I can start cleaning and organising everything again, YAY, but also because I’ll have a place I can easily take photos indoors. If my hair is still attacking my face in all of them, we’ll know the wind really DOES just have it in for me.
(* Yes it will.)
Anyway, jeans! People who only know me from reading my blog are often quite surprised to see me in jeans, but I actually wear them reasonably often in real life, mostly because they’re just so easy. Like I said, I don’t always love the way they look on me (I have a lot of trouble finding a pair that fit properly, but then again, doesn’t everyone?), but I do like the idea of them, so I persevere. If nothing else, they’re always comfortable, and, thanks to our “all casual, all the time” society, there’s hardly anything they’re not appropriate for, so if I have to spend the rest of my life searching for the perfect pair, I will do it, as God is my witness.
It’ll be worth it, I’m sure.