turned into this:
So far, here I am half-wallpapered:
Or I should say, here the closet is, not here I am, although I do feel like the closet might be in better shape than I am in-I might still have wallpaper stuck to my butt, which is how I had to run into Kroger to get Abbey's date's Homecoming corsage on Saturday, three minutes before he arrived, all pre-dance hair-hell breaking loose of course, when we realized our mis-communication -I thought she was responsible for picking it up seeing that it is the dance she is going to and all, but she thought I was because I had in the past which is also true and a good point, but this sudden realization just coincided with the exact time I was up to my eyeballs in wallpaper paste, and in the middle of measuring the final roll, when with two small children in tow, one who does not know the meaning of "fast walk" and the other who was looking pretty in a blueberry stained onesie and nothing else, we found ourselves high tailing it to the floral department and it wasn't till I got into the car to drive home when I noticed I had wallpaper on my bee-hind.
The problem is I am finished with this darn closet, but I am not really finished, I am just finished with it in my head, so I am in sort of a predicament. The best way out is through, and I am going to have to grit my teeth and just move forward, knowing the end is in sight.
I feel that way about every project I start around here. I don't think I used to-I renovated two pretty nasty homes all myself back in the day. But I'm either getting up there in years, or I have double the amount of children now, or I realize how fast time goes and I don't want to waste it running to Lowe's every single darn day because I forgot something for my great-idea-at-the-time project, or I'm just lazier, or I just like when I hire someone else to do something they are an expert at, and they do it right, and I can look at it, whatever it is, and not see all the imperfections I put there, but gaze lovingly at the perfection someone else did.
Which leads me to my next whine:
Everything looks so easy on blogs and stupid Pinterest.
I have a huge hangup with Pinterest, even though it is just about the greatest idea of all time, it's also all about perfection and perfection and perfection-unattainable hair and outfits and abs and mudrooms and kitchens and gardens and front doors and cupcakes. And besides DIY projects, I'm sort of done with the idea of perfection all around, especially the perfection I see displayed on the internet, which isn't real at all, but more like a bunch of little fibs laying around. Pinterest does not work with my brain well at all, it's all too much!, and makes me feel all mixed up and weird inside, so it is not Pinterest's fault at all, I realize that-it's MY fault. I told a friend the other day my problem with me and Pinterest is that if I would pin something it turns into a to-do list in my brain, not an idea for future reference. It also makes me hate my house by way of comparison mostly to million dollar houses that are beautifully professionally photographed and that no one really lives in anyways, and I love my house in real-life, old and needy and really really full of little people, and real-life is where I really need and want to spend most of my time.
So back to my project:
It started out fun, but it's going to end as fast as it can, this week, because I want to get back to life. I have to paint the boards for the hooks, and then I am going to pay a carpenter I know to come over and hang the boards because never ever in my life have I ever ever ever been able to find a stud, and I am not chancing it this time with that wallpaper all up and pretty. (I know what you just said, Jeff, I've heard that joke a thousand times, stop already!)
It's really cute wallpaper. I bought a $20 roll of tan/white stripes and hung it horizontally. I'm really happy about the $20 part, because I was so nervous about it-I've never hung wallpaper before and it was hard to do and scary, I won't lie and I also won't do it again. Plus the other day I slammed my right hand index finger between two rocks when I was fiddling around in the garden on a beautiful day and it is completely unusable. I can feel my heart beat in it. It's hard to hang wallpaper with an unusable finger. But good finger or not, I'm not going to put myself through that experience again.
I will show the final TA DA tiny-closet-turned-tiny-mudroom hopefully later this week.
I think this photo sums up all I just wrote in a pretty good way. The stage of life I am in right now is one with really tight choices. I don't want to snap at my daughter right before a Homecoming dance, or be annoyed at Mr. Slow Walker. I don't want to think "grrrr" when my baby wakes up early from a nap, especially when I need nap time to prepare a dinner, or get some laundry done, or just recharge so I am not flustered when my kids walk in from school. I also don't want that active little baby who needs to crawl and needs me to watch her, be strapped into car seats and shopping carts while I run here, there and everywhere. I don't want to be annoyed at my husband when he has to coach a soccer game that I forgot about, the same time I had planned to hang wallpaper.
So I pick those cute little pink baby shoes, or what goes in them, over that darn paint can any day of the week, so much more fun and important and right.