Moving was a new opportunity for us to take on a slew of DIY projects: the cabinet knobs I fashioned for pennies that were sold for over $20 each, which turned out awesome, a mirror-slash-towel-rack I planned to make out of scrap wood, a pallet I recovered that will become a masterpiece. My husband tolerates my Sanford and Son approach to home improvement, I enjoy finding unused things and making them useful. I'm good at that. Bigger projects? Well...
I need to keep my ideas in scale with my ability. Or lack thereof. And motivation. Or lack thereof. I thought of this yesterday, while putting on the second coat of bright "Solar Storm" yellow paint in my son's room. I remember the day we decided to take on the painting ourselves instead of asking the builder to paint for us—saving us a considerable amount of money.
Painting rooms gives a person a lot of time to think. A lot of time to ponder life choices and time spent. It made me consider how much I don't like painting rooms. I like painted rooms, just not the painting so much. Then I considered how there should be a company for that—a business that swoops in to complete the projects a person realizes they may not be competent enough to complete.
I mean, clearly, this person is not me; I'm the one dreaming of this business. I even developed a marketing plan and a commercial for the target market.
Tight shot on a patch of painted wall. Pan out to show the drips, the poor coverage, the missed spots, the mess on the floor with used brushes and stirrers and rollers to a pair of paint-spattered legs.
Voice over, woman's exasperated voice: "We should just paint it ourselves!" we said. "It'll be fun!" we said. *SIGH*
Announcer: Don't despair; Call us to come and clean up your dirty work. We paint, we do windows, we refinish Grandma's hutch and nobody needs to know it wasn't you.
Perhaps I've found my new calling?
Spoiler alert: No.