Home ownership is a never ending project. I have been so worried about getting my garage cleaned out, and finding a home for all of Brandon’s stuff, I didn’t realize that wasn’t the end.
No, there is always something to paint, clean, organize or fix.
It’s like the yard — you mow it on Tuesday, and it seems like you have to turn around and mow it again the next day. Well, Brandon has to turn around and mow it again. So far, he seems to enjoy taking care of the yard, and I’m pretty sure it’s not my forte, so I’ll let him keep the job.
Seriously, sometimes I worry about my domestic abilities. I’m not even talking about cooking, although for the record, I am greatly improved in that area, thank you very much. I’m talking about picking out furniture and deciding on colors and lamps. For some reason, I am not very confident in that area — I think my taste might be questionable.
My most recent dilemma was picking out flowers. That sounds simple enough, and I’m sure it really is simple for most people, but for some reason, it really stressed me out. Flowers are one of the least permanent things you can add to a house, so I really don’t know why I worried about it, but I did.
In the past month, Brandon and I have made roughly one million trips to Lowe’s, and a couple trips to a farmers market, but I just never could commit to anything.
Instead, I sort of eased myself into it. I picked out flower pots and left them empty on the front porch for a couple days. Flower pots seemed easier than actually putting something in the ground, and I noticed that a lot of our neighbors have flower pots on the front porch.
Brandon finally told me that we could not keep empty flower pots on the porch indefinitely, so we do have flowers now.
I think it’s good to work on projects in increments.
Maybe some day, I’ll actually get brave enough to put plant flowers, you know, in the ground, but today isn’t that day.
Picking out furniture was even harder. Every time I would settle on something, Brandon would say, “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
Of course, that made me wonder if there was some reason I shouldn’t want a particular couch or chair, and I would start to feel stressed.
We looked at every furniture store we could think of when we were trying to settle on living room furniture, and I learned a valuable lesson. Some people love having lots of options. I do not. It’s slightly overwhelming to me.
I went by myself to pick out bedroom furniture, and I limited myself to one store. It worked out much better that way.
And we are making some progress on the garage. If only we could find the proper home for the gorilla suit. Readers, where do you keep your gorilla suits? I mean, everyone has one, right?
I’m starting to think I should have kept my Christmas tree. We can store it with the gorilla suit in the closet designated for our most important possessions.
