I feel like I have been sucked into a DIY vortex.
A DIY nightmare of sorts.
One where the “after” is worse than the before.
Where nothing that I attempt seems to blend…… or fit…or work together.
A vortex where I start remembering after starting this project that over ten years ago I had tried the same thing to no avail.
And a vortex where my “four year old” version of myself, failed to remind my 41 year old self, that she is sitting on the futon in the same room because a bed does not fit there. That she tried putting a bed in this room before and hated it.
A vortex where I begin to remember that in order to get an entertainment center to even open, I have to push the bed so far towards the windows that my guests could tan while trying to get some sleep.
A vortex where I realize that there is a big chunk out of my sheetrock, so I have to just put a big cross over it, because the chunk is vertical and horizontal.
A vortex where the big cross and bare wall are giving the room the feeling of a monastery or Buffy the Vampire Slayers bedroom.
A vortex where my guests can shut the door with their toe and turn the tv on with their nose, all while tanning in the sunshine from the window and in the view of anyone entering the front door.
Let alone the vortex where the bed is so low that one has to paint the bed risers to hopefully blend with the frame and allow extra storage beneath it.
A DIY vortex from H-E-Double-Toothipicks.Â
Yes, I just wrote that.
And I totally blame this dang, sleepy headed, no wrinkled, no makeup, no melanoma’d, 25 year old version of myself that could have warned me not to attempt this project 15 years later.
This vortex seriously “sucks”.
Have you ever been there?
Ever experienced the vortex?
The one where the after is worse than the before?
The moment where you think, “What in the ha-yeck whas I thinking?”
Please tell me it isn’t just me.
Don’t make me live in this vortex alone.