(22 days to possession)
Today? Barreling towards walls & floor. That is, choosing paint, paint colours and flooring. Maybe a dose of renovation-planning stress. Lots of strange words and weird phrases — a good 50,000 browser tabs open at time of writing. My strategy? Same way I started an apartment design plan.
Sample items on the research list:
- I need to learn about paint
- Learn great wisdom for colour palettes (a healthy session on Maria’s blog).
- Where to buy paint? Brands? Types?
I can learn everything about everything in 1 night, right?
I need to be certain this flipping idea can even be pulled off on our budget. It’s nutsicles. I’m so full of adrenalin, I’ve forgotten I have a year to sort all this stuff out. I want to get our entire plan together in one day. I think I can suddenly play designer, contractor, supply-sourcer, accountant and ecstatic home owner in one. Wrong.
It didn’t take long to spiral towards meltdown. I’d swapped out sleeping for Googling. Crash and burn, right? You know it.
It's okay, it's okay. We have time.
There is so much to research. For starters:
What the hell does eggshell mean?
Have I made any secret of the fact that I don’t know what I’m doing? Certainly not. But I’ll do it. How many expectant first-time mothers of actual, human babies know how to toilet train, discipline or even nurse? They don’t. They’ve just watched Super Nanny & noted the naughty step.
Last night, anyway, Paolo made me put down the measuring tape. And step away from the MacBook. Lots of nice, deep breaths. As soon as he went out to grab dinner, I was back on the crack.
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Full photo credit to Elsie esq. via Flickr Creative Commons. Mamma Mia photo found here.
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