… because I have started reading – and seeking out – DIY blogs.
Oh, not just any DIY blogs. The ones where some very attractive mother of two single-handedly remodels the family room in three easy steps. Steps that involve painting – free-hand – complex murals with sweet little birds and stripping and sanding the reclaimed wood floors.
Anyone who knows me is laughing out loud right now. I mean, most mornings I don’t make my bed.
So why am I fantasizing about ripping up the carpet in my living room and painting all my wood furniture with chalk paint and SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING retiling the floor of the hall bath JUST TO SEE IF I CAN??!
I’m not kidding. Nick and I actually talked about it, and wondered how much it would cost to hire someone to fix it if I totally screw it up. I’m currently researching the best way to remove a very large mirror that’s been glued to the wall without shattering it. I think I’m in full-blown nesting mode. I cannot explain it. As I write this, I have bread dough rising in the kitchen. Really. A recipe from Pinterest.
There might be something wrong with me.