Six weeks. That’s how long it took me to refinish the floors.
If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s procrastinating. I’m particularly proud of this example, in which it took me 6 weeks to complete a project that should have taken 3 days. Maybe 4 days. Semantics aside, that means I worked on this floor for about one day (an 8-hour day, not a real 24-hour day) every two weeks (336 possible hours).
You know, sometimes I think if it weren’t for this blog, I’d never get anything done around here.
Welp, the good news is, it’s done now. And since I didn’t physically spend much time working on the nursery in the past 6 weeks, I’ve had plenty of time to contemplate the finer points of nursery decor. Translation: I experienced a minor existential crisis over a rug.
I know, I know…in just over 7 weeks, I’m supposed to give birth. To a baby. Dudes, I’ve never even changed a diaper. There are so many other things that should be sending me into existential crises right now. But a girl’s gotta have priorities. And how am I supposed to move forward with decorating this nursery if I BOUGHT THE WRONG RUG??
It’s time to admit that I have never had a clear idea of what this room is going to look like when it’s done. At some point early on, I decided that it was going to have a yellow rug…and I just kinda thought the rest of the room would fall into place around it. So I found a yellow rug I liked and bought it and announced it to the world.
And I received the yellow rug, and I was all excited about the yellow rug, and I really like the yellow rug. But I’ve had the yellow rug for weeks now, and it has finally set in: I have NO IDEA what to do with this yellow rug.
In the last 6 weeks, I have put in more hours with Photoshop than I have on finishing the floor. I have lost sleep trying to come up with a cohesive look for this room. I have conjured up some ideas way too late at night, and gone to sleep confident that I solved the problem of the yellow rug, only to wake up the next morning and look at the pictures and think, “What the hell was I thinking?”
At one point or another, I actually thought each and every one of those was a great idea. Proof that pregnancy really does affect your judgement.
But you can only spend so many late nights coming up with bad color combinations before you start to look for the common denominator. And you can only hear your husband ask, “Why aren’t you working on the floor?” so many times before “Because I don’t have anything to cover it up with once it’s done” starts to sound like a pretty lame excuse. (Once. That’s how many times you can get away with that one.) So I guess it was only a matter of time before I came to my senses and started spending my late nights looking for a new rug, instead of trying to work with what I had.
When a possible solution presented itself, I test drove it in Photoshop for a while before committing to it. Eventually, I came up with this:
And when I woke up the next morning and looked at the picture again, I thought, “Huh. I still kinda like that.” And then I woke up the next morning and looked at it, and thought, “Huh. That might actually work.” And when it happened a third day in a row, I emailed the picture to Chris to see if he liked it too. Which he did, as expressed by his enthusiastic response: “Yeah, I guess it’s okay. I mean, I don’t really know about these things.”
So I said, “But it’s better than the other ones so far, right?”
“Yeah. I guess.”
And then, because I didn’t want to be totally sneaky about the whole I’m-going-to-buy-another-rug thing, I said, “You know what the big difference is?”
“You want to put wood paneling on the wall?”
“Um……I do. Yes. That is a difference.”
“Because I was driving to work, and I was behind one of those old-school station wagons. You know, the white ones with the faux-wood paneling all around?
And I was like, That’s it! That’s my inspiration for where this room is going!”
For the record, anything you say after “I want the room to look like a 70’s station wagon” will sound more logical by comparison. Thus, having established that buying a new rug is NOT the craziest thing I could do, I bought new rug without really mentioning that I was going to buy a new rug.
Misdirection is a powerful tool.
Also, that whole station wagon thing? I’m not making that up. It’s going to be awesome.
But that’s a whole ‘nother post.