The funniest part of last week, in between ripping out our first cabinet to make room for Friday’s appliance arrival…and filling the lower half of BC with spackle dust…. was realizing I’d picked that day to invite friends round for dinner.
Dinner? What dinner? With what stove? With what counters? In what kitchen!? The dining table had become Skim Coat HQ & I was dying to extend its function to a priming party too.
Elsewhere, housewives struggled with table arrangement.
We considered our options:
- Order in pizza. Again.
- Play Passive-Aggressive-2000: hide quietly when the doorbell rings, hoping they’ll assume they got the wrong day and go away.
- Lay out the warts and all story: this is us, this is our mess, here’s your damn dinner.
Unless I can magically see fit to intermingle socializing with spackle-izing…. we won’t see our friends for the next 12 months. Apparently, our new purpose within our social sphere is to make others appreciate their sanitary counters and tidy lives. Success.
Coming for dinner at our place is getting to play the dressed-up celebrity at the ribbon cutting ceremony. You get to glimpse the grit and glance at the grot. You can even put on a hard hat for half a minute – without letting it flatten your hair. Tuck in and fill up, then head on home to cozy comfort. What’s not to love about dining in a DIY zone?
Come on in! No, please, keep your shoes ON. Red or white? A spackle sampler to amuse your bouches?
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Groundbreaking photo found here.
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Ha, too funny! I agree, your friends will go home and hug their houses.
Definitely – and then get busy crocheting ‘home sweet home’ anything & everything.
Potluck and paper plates sound good to me! I would want to be invited back often to check on the transformation of your Ugly Baby. I would ooh and aah at appropriate times and listen to all your tales of trial and triumph.
Fortunately, I have your blog for all these things. Sorry I can’t stop by with some food-opposite coast in the US.
The correct ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ has tremendous nuance – a delicate dance indeed. I’m sure you’d pass, 100%!
Love the wallpaper. My dad has about the same stuff in the kitchen of his 1970′s trailer…
Haha! Does he want some spare? It’s going, going…..
You’re lucky you can scrape it off. His is panelling that color (style? If that’s style, I don’t want any).
I had to cut off Jack-Jack this morning. I was lame and forgot to cover the plants last night. The vines all died, but JJ seems to be okay. His misshapen pumpkin friend on the other vine didn’t fare so well. The frost got him and he’s feeling a little squashed about the whole thing…
Oh, the poor man! Evacuate at once.
Sad to hear about cretin pumpkin friend – less so when fantastic puns are involved. But what of Jack-Jack? Carve or eat, eat or carve!?
Oh my goodness have we been here like a hundred times! Most of our friends are DIYers so they don’t mind the constant construction… but its almost become laughable. Some part of our house has been ripped up for the last 5 years straight… although fortunately that spot keeps moving around. I can’t remember the last time all our switches had proper switchplates on them. I keep *meaning* to do that! Ah well…
Glad to hear it! It does have to cross into the funnier side of ‘laugh or you’ll cry’. Switch-plates are for suckers.
The kids are leaning towards carving Jack-Jack. He’s about 25% orange now, so in a month he should be ready for his big break! Now to decide what to carve him into.
One wants to carve him throwing up his seeds. Always a big hit with the kiddos.
A month! What patient children you have.
Oh geez. The youngest wanted to carve him tonight. When I told him he had to wait, he says “we can just do the eyes”….
Explaining rotting vegetables to a 6yr old seems to be more difficult than it should be? hehe