"I can't get no satisfaction..."-The Rolling Stones
I'm grateful for my family.
I'm proud of my son
I'm comfortable with not being wealthy.
I'm enjoying my age (with the help of hair dye).
I'm learning to love my body (especially in those one pair of jeans).
But for some reason I can't seem to be satisfied with my home. I'm cool with the size of it I love living the lifestyle. I've adapted to the kitchen and bathroom. And the cozy small bed is quite a marriage booster.
It's the decor. It's the curtains.
Our house is a 2001 model. When we first walked in it we were pleased with the neutral tones. We did, however, hate the mirrors on the walls and they quickly came out. When we moved in we became less than pleased with the lions and tigers and bears (oh my) on the couch and we decided the wallpaper was unsightly. We had a water spot on the slide surround and the bedspread had funky corner tucks. So we changed the bedspread, threw a blanket on the couch and thus began the upholstery conversion.
Caleb spilled paint on the dinette cushions so that, of course, had to be recovered. This somehow gave me the idea to remove the window boxes and make new curtain which led to recovering the slide surrounds. A flood from a broken toilet led to ripping out the carpet and replacing with wood floor. Scratches on the table let to a refinish job and I'm not sure why we ripped out the sink and cabinet and put in a new one (although the added floor space makes for a great dance floor).
The fabric I chose for the original reuphostery was on sale and after a few weeks I decided it was heinous (there is a lesson to be learned here). So off to the fabric store (and I actually duct taped the new around the old dinette cushions) and new pictures and new curtains. Then I decided my son's sleeping arrangements weren't working so it's out with the couch, as in disassemble and throw it out the door. Brian built a very nice storage compartment/bed thing that doubles as a couch with the addition of a few throw pillows. Got some non-clearance upholstery (with a coupon) for it and the throw pillows and I love it. But now the dinette upholdery doesn't match and I began hating that, too. Off with it and back to the original cushions with the paint stain.
Everytime I look at new motorhomes I get new ideas. While Brian is envious of large basements and carefully planned out electrical panels and dump connections, I am inside absorbing ideas.
My newest idea is to put a new picture (or maybe even a beveled mirror) on the wall where the old mirror came from (yep). I want to cover my slide surround with wood moulding (believe it or not I've figure out how to do this with a little stain and velcro). I want to put frosted vinyl on the shower doors to hide the underwear that I flung over the top that didn't hit the laundry basket. And I want to get a new bedspread. And the baskets I put on the front dash for shoes just have to go.
Brian rolls his eyes and tunes me out everytime I begin to talk about a redesign. I keep telling him that as soon as I get a piece perfect I'll stop. I use the couch/bed as an example, and I do love what I've done with the bedroom curtains, and the kitchen backsplash, and the painted walls....well, I kind of want to put a glaze on those...but for the most part I'm satisfied.
Satisfied with a patient husband and my a creative mind. Satisfied with that no-sew iron on stuff, duct tape, safety pins, spray on stain and wood glue. I like change and sometimes I don't get it right the first time but I'm satisfied with that.
0 comments:
Post a Comment