Occasionally we get comments like “I don’t know how you spend all day together without fighting.” While I appreciate the assumption that we have some flawless, all-smiles marriage – we fight. We get upset with each other… and Clara… and even Burger. I’m not saying we have Real Housewives-worthy throwdowns (our table flipping count is still at zero) but like any normal couple we argue. Sometimes in a healthy, I-fight-because-I-care way. Sometimes in a probably less-than-healthy Sherry yells and I give her the silent treatment way. But the point is – yes, we fight (skip to about 11:45 on this old blogiversary Q&A video for a brief mention on the subject).
As upfront as we’re willing to be about the fact that we argue, we try not to air the specifics of our dirty laundry. And that’s not just to you guys here in blog land, we make a conscious decision not to gossip to our friends or family about what’s frustrating us about the other person. It’s not that we’re trying to “keep up appearances”, we just don’t want to complicate our messes by entangling others in them. And we’re usually over things pretty quickly (there’s always another project to do or post to write) so I don’t want my venting to discolor someone else’s opinion of my loving and beautiful wife – because, at the end of the day, that’s how I see her.
Today, however, we’re putting that aside momentarily to indulge you with the story of a home-improvement related fight that we had a little while back (jackpot: it’s actually sort of related to DIY/house stuff, so since we can laugh about it now, we thought it was worth sharing). And yes, it was over a bathroom shelf. Specifically, the one on the left of this old picture:
Let’s rewind to this post about painting our bathroom, which involved removing a glass shelf and towel bar on the wall first (we inherited them with the house when we bought it a year and a half ago). When they came down, both went into a box on our bathroom sink to be dealt with later. “To be dealt with later” were not the actual words we used. The actual words are actually the source of the argument. Sherry’s version of the transcript includes her saying “Don’t donate these, I want to craigslist the towel bar because it’s from Restoration Hardware and I might want to reuse the shelf by hanging it in the bath for our shampoo and stuff.” My version of the transcript is pretty much blank as I don’t really remember anything being said at all.
Fast forward a few days. The room is painted. Art is hung. The un-dealt-with shelves are still taking up space next to our bathroom sink.
One evening I get the “I’m fed up with this clutter around the house” bug and I go on a brief but intense cleaning spree while Sherry readies the post for the next morning. In other words: she’s sitting in the office glued to the laptop and isn’t paying any attention to what I’m up to. My spree includes loading a bag full of old clothes, the old bathroom light fixture and – here’s the beginning of my crime – the old shelf and towel bars into the car so that I can drop them off at Goodwill. I didn’t bother to tell Sherry more than “I’m gonna run a bunch of errands” as Clara and I headed out the door the next morning.
Skip ahead to that afternoon (yes, literally that very afternoon) and this conversation happens:
SHERRY: Oh hey, I was thinking over Clara’s nap we should swap out the towel bar in the shower for that old shelf we took down. That way we can actually put our shampoo and stuff on a shelf.
JOHN: Wait, what old shelf?
SHERRY: The one that used to be on the wall. It was sitting by the sink in our bedroom the last time I saw it.
JOHN: You mean the one I donated this morning?
SHERRY: You WHAT?! John! I said I wanted to Craigslist the towel bar and possibly reuse that shelf!
JOHN: Sorry, I figured they’d just been sitting there making a mess so I’d help take care of them.
SHERRY: Why didn’t you tell me?? You snuck out without a word about it! I could have stopped you and explained if you just told me what you were doing!
JOHN: Am I supposed to tell you every errand that I run?
You can probably guess where this was headed. Sherry got increasingly frustrated with me. I grew more and more indignant. Sherry informed me that I had “ruined her plan” for adding a free shelf to our shower. I couldn’t believe I “was being yelled at for cleaning” and Sherry was angry that I had also “donated a $75 Restoration Hardware towel bar” that she could’ve craigslisted for at least ten bucks. I threatened that if she didn’t like me voluntarily running errands while watching Clara, then “maybe I just wouldn’t do it anymore.” Mature, I know.
I knew I had messed up, but I wanted credit for my good intentions. I also wanted to make it right. Which is why I sped over to the scene of the crime (Goodwill) and kindly begged for them to dig out the bag I had donated that morning.
No dice. It was gone-zo. But they did sympathize with my husband-in-the-doghouse story and politely took my number and a description of the item. But now several silent weeks later, we’re considering it a lost cause. Hence the Plan B suction cup solution you’ve since seen in our bathroom. They’ve actually been great so far, although they weren’t free or built-in. Oh well, can’t win ’em all.
This particular tiff is obviously settled and behind us. There were apologies, concessions that it wasn’t a big deal, and promises to be more communicative. Though with as much time as we spend together and as many projects as we tackle as a pair, I’m sure our next bump is lurking just down the road. We just try to remember we’re on the same team with the same end goal. We wanna whip this house into shape and have as much fun as possible (specifically without killing each other) along the way. So now if you’re one of those folks who wondered if we ever fight, you cay say “oh yeah, there was the Towel Bar Incident Of 2012” (or feel free to recall it as “oh yeah, there was that towel bar incident where John was totally right.”)
Now you’re up. Care to commiserate about a DIY-related miscommunication? Feel free to put the blogging equivalent of a blurred face and altered voice on your comment if you want to protect the innocent (or perhaps the guilty).
Psst- For a more detailed post on actually resolving decorating-related disputes, click here.
Pat E. says
Dear John,
I’m putting on my safety hat to point out that a glass shelf in the shower probably isn’t very safe.
Pat
YoungHouseLove says
Thanks Pat!
-John
alg at rental house rules says
Too funny! It just goes to show how common those silly little miscommunication-based arguments are…
(And also how easily good intentions can bite you right in the keester!)
kat says
Not so much an argument, but a different way to look at things. I hung 5 pictures (that had been sitting around on the floor for months). Then asked my husband what he thought of all the pictures. He just looked at me blankly. I told him there were 5 pictures to find, but I wasn’t going to help him find them. It took him 3 days to figure out where the new pictures were. Just to make you see how much of a challenge this was: 3 were in the bedroom.
Catrina Gomez says
Our miscommunication lead to the demise of our guava tree :( I posted about it here on my blog: http://simplicity4me.blogspot.com/2011/04/making-guava-juice-out-of-guavas.html.
The short version of the story is that one day I pruned back our guava tree. Apparently I gave it a pretty good pruning because my husband thought I was trying to cut the tree down and decided to finish the job to “surprise me”. I was definitely surprised when I saw that the tree was gone!
YoungHouseLove says
Oh no!!!
xo
s
Tracy says
My husband and I joke (now) that we were going to name the manufacturer of an entertainment center as co-respondent in our “divorce” because as it turns out, the instructions for assembly were printed as a mirror image.
Hoo boy, that was a fun night. Funny thing is that when a friend came over some time later and saw the cabinet, she said, “Oh, we have that same unit. Were your instructions backwards too? Bill and I almost got a divorce over that!”
Chaucea says
…(or feel free to recall it as “oh yeah, there was that towel bar incident where John was totally right.”)…
*gigglefits* John, you totally rock! x-D
My mom and I are doing a huuuuuge change-up to the rooms in our house right now, and weirdly enough, we’re both so psyched about the whole “awesome end result” goal that we’re more in synch with each other (and gettin’ ‘er done really quickly and efficiently) than any other home-fiddling project we’ve done before–which is very, very awesome and a welcome change from our head-butting during some previous projects.
Julia says
My hubs and I had a knock-down drag out fight over a salt shaker. For reals.
One day we were cooking dinner in the kitchen, and hubs couldn’t find the salt shaker. Hubs accused me of accidentally throwing the salt shaker away. I kept telling him that I didn’t touch it. It escalated from there.
The best part? It turned out the salt shaker was right in the kitchen the whole time we were fighting! It has fallen of the counter (probably knocked over by one of the fur babies) and rolled partially underneath the fridge- I found it the next day when I was mopping!
Kim says
So nice to know that other people have these same arguments. I have to say that hearing John’s point of view makes me more sympathetic to my own husband’s. Thanks!
Leanne says
As a fellow Jersey-girl (transplanted to the south) I love the table-turning reference AND the fact that Sherry yells. Every good Jersey girl gets her yell on every now and then… I often tell people that my Jersey accent only comes out when I’m angry. :-)
Pamela says
Oh, John & Sherry, as I’m reading the 3rd sentence in the paragraph under your car photo (after the verbal exchanges between y’all) where John said, “I grew more and more indignant,” on 1st blush I read it as “indigant” (pronouncing it “indigent” in my mind). Anyhoo…this word that I briefly mixed up & flashed in my brain tickled me that the result of John’s towel bar/shelf donation was that he was growing more & more “indigent.” Yikes – hardcore. :)
samantha sue says
While remodeling our house, we were without toilet for a while… And uh-oh, I had to go. NOW. I jump into the truck, and back up, right over the 3 pendant lights we just spent $400 big ones on. I ended up smooshing 1 completely, but 2 were ok. I threw them aside, and took off. I didn’t tell my honey about it til I got back. He said I should of looked behind me before backing up. I said I did, and he shouldn’t have put the box behind the truck, where I couldn’t see it. Its funny now. A year later, but he still likes to pull that smooshed light out and rub it in. What a butthead. But I still love him.
Sam
Lindsy says
After getting a PS3 (which plays DVDs and Blu-Ray), my husband packed up our old DVD/VCR and took it to Goodwill without telling me. The next day I noticed and was frantic because a DVD from the library had still been in the player. It was gone, gone, gone. Now we always confirm with each other before taking things to Goodwill.
Melanie @ Mailbox Journey says
I love these posts, makes you guys seem more real. :P
I guess that towel rack was just not meant to be.
Leslie says
Not to pick sides or anything, but I don’t think the shelf in the shower would have worked out. Glass with no sides+wet bottles=sliding right off. Sometimes at high speeds, and sometimes onto toes. Ouch. For a demonstration, wash a glass in hot water, set it wet on a kitchen counter with no edge, and watch it shoot off the end. Then get a broom.
YoungHouseLove says
I like the way you think Leslie! You’re welcome to “not pick sides” on our blog anytime you like. :)
-John
cheri s says
Not so much a fight, but maybe I could interest you in a funny story? We were working away on our house remodel one fine day with the windows open. There was a construction crew out redoing the road that went by our house. A truck began backing up, making that *beep beep beep* sound. After seemingly forever I commented to my husband, “that truck has been backing up forever!” It wasn’t until we smelled the smoke that we realized our supper in the oven was done and we had been working away in the next room while the oven timer went off for half an hour!
YoungHouseLove says
Haha – that’s so funny! Love all the stories you guys are sharing!
xo,
s
Annemarie says
LOVE this post. As always, thanks for sharing!
Jennie says
Love this! My husband once donated ALL of my clothes to Goodwill. I was pregnant and had just switched out my closet from my normal clothes to my maternity clothes. I had the bags of my normal clothes waiting to go to the basement for storage and while I was in the shower my husband decided to clean up and took ALL.OF.MY.CLOTHES to the Goodwill. We got some of them back… but lets just say my closet is a little (a lot) smaller. He also vowed to “never clean again” in the heat of our argument… :)
YoungHouseLove says
Oh no!!!
xo,
s
Jackie says
You guys are so funny, but this misunderstanding is totally understandable. We fight about other things, but oddly enough not about home stuff. We actually both become Real World before it gets real, you know when everyone is still polite. Case in point we lived with a dark chocolate bathroom for 2 years because we did not want to admit to eachother we hated it. I wanted the chocolate color. My husband surprised me by painting the bathroom chocolate brown when I was at work one day. I soon realized I was wrong about the color, but did not want to say anything because he was so sweet to paint it for me. Didn’t want him to feel it had to be repainted. He did not want to tell me he didn’t like it because he thought I loved it. It took 2 years to admit it needed a change and we both agreed on a new color and repainted it together. Now we have a rule to be honest upfront…no more ugly chocolate bathrooms!
Wrenaria says
I wouldn’t mind some unprompted “brief but intense cleaning spree”s from the man in my house. Jealous.
But yeah, your fight sounds awfully familiar to some I’ve experienced myself. Except if anyone gets in trouble for donating things before their time, it’s me. Oops.
Natalie says
Love the headboard!
On another note – I know that it is a process, and you’re working away on projects and purchases. And I know you’ve said that the bench isn’t a permanent solution but please. Get. Rid. Of. It. It is holding you back, I promise! Remove it and take the picture from the door of your new layout and bed and compare it to the one with the bench. Please?!
YoungHouseLove says
Sadly it’s functional. That’s how Burger gets up in the bed – so we can’t replace it until we find something else he can use. Otherwise we would have to get up a million times a day to help him up!
xo,
s
Lindsay says
Are you guys not writing for Baby Center anymore?! I always looked fwd to reading those posts as well (since i have 2 kiddos), but i haven’t seen any links to them in your posts lately…
btw, i got a nice laugh out of this Goodwill story. we’ve had a very similar argument at my house before!
YoungHouseLove says
Oh yes, we couldn’t keep up with that with the bean, the blog, and the book so we wrote a post over there bidding it adieu. We definitely miss it and would love to go back when we can spare more time to pick things back up over there!
xo,
s
Rachel May says
Communication can be a funny thing. What you think in your head isn’t always what you say, but you get to a point in your relationship where you expect the other person to understand what you mean-atleast that’s how I am with my boyfriend. He gets in trouble and doesn’t even know why sometimes-poor guy.
Thanks for keeping it real! Everyone fights-that’s not what matters. What matters is that you work through it together and figure it out.
Koliti says
Is that little Clara hopping into the get-way car? She’s John’s partner-in-crime and only 2 years old (I think they’re both wanted in 22 states on 278 wall-fixture felonies).
And, helloooo, John…wasn’t that shelf made out of GLASS?!!
That’s so not safe in the wet, slippery shower – you were just looking out for your “loving and beautiful” wife’s safety!
I’m glad you guys are able to laugh about this because I certainly enjoyed quite a few laugh out loud moments just reading it!
YoungHouseLove says
Darn right I was!
-John
Jane says
We just moved into a new house, and I got in trouble the other day because I had tried to do two “quick” renovations that left us with a hole in the bathroom where the toilet should have been, and no working lights in the back half of the house. Both projects, as it turns out, we’re ones you yourselves did (namely, add a dual flusher and I install a hard wired Ikea overhead light) so probably it’s your fault! I’ll have to explain this to the fiancé…
Nichole says
On a cruise, I accidentally threw out our wedding license because I thought it was packed. Thankfully, as soon as realized it, my husband ran back to our room and was able to catch the room attendant cleaning rooms on our floor. he had to dig through countless strangers trash, but was able to salvage it nonetheless. I had to love the fact that he never even complained about digging through the trash.
Norell says
After 31 years of marriage I’ve learned that any time we are involved in any DIY project, if I want to keep it I have to grab it and put it in a special place where my husband won’t find it!! I think he hears me when I talk to him during a project, but after 31 years I’ve learned he can look right into my eyes, smile and say okay & not have heard a word I’ve said!!! As far as laundry, he learned very early in our marriage the laundry is off limits to him unless it is his clothing. I am blessed to be married to a man who loves DIY projects as much as I do. We know we can look at homes and see the end result together. I can “draw” a picture for him and he can build just what I want. I wouldn’t trade our 31 years for anything.
Chrissie says
Next time Matt and I have an argument like this, I’m likely to come out with “This reminds me of the Great Towel Bar Incident of 2012, where Sherry was totally right”. Sorry John! :-p
YoungHouseLove says
Hey now! :)
-John
Carolyn L says
Hahaha!!! The Great Towel Bar Incident of 2012! That cracks me up. I could name so many Great Incidents in our household. I’m an interior designer so I KNOW BEST. I kid. But really, humbly, I don’t always know best. But when I do, I’mma letcha KNOW! HEHE
Erica M. says
My boyfriend and I once got into the biggest argument over the arrangement of frames on our bedroom wall, we just couldn’t agree so they sat around for a month without being hung. He was out of town one weekend, so I hung them up in a way that was a “meeting in the middle.” We both ended up loving the result.
Then there was the time at Lowes I stormed off fuming because we couldn’t agree on something. To be honest, I can’t even remember what it was!
heather says
Oh my goodness, something eerily similar happened at our casa. We redecorated my 6 year old daughter’s bedroom from bird-themed to hawaiian themed. In the redecorating process, I took down {and placed in a box} 4 wooden Pottery Barn Kids birdhouses and 1 World Market Bird Cage. {All in all, this was over $100 of fine feathered themed decor} I specifically told my husband to please not donate them-that I was going to either craigslist them or maybe use a few pieces elsewhere in the house. Fast foward 3 MONTHS when I discover that the box in the garage is GONE. I look at past donation receipts & see them written out as being donated. I went to Goodwill and shopped their home decor section but of course they were not there after all that time.
Later, I was complaining to my mom {ahem, I guess I should pay attention to the free relationship advice ya’ll dish out along with the fab decorating advice!} and she tells me “Oh! Yeah, I have those birdhouses & cage! I saw them & wanted them but didnt’ end up using them in the new house…you can have them back if you want!” Random, right?! Hope your shelf turns up like my bird houses did!
lo says
Ah yes, this makes me think of our “Ski Boot Incident” – we just know never to bring up a couple past fights, as we’ll start re-hashing them again! Fighting is normal as long as you have good communication most of the time :)
Carolyn L says
Weirdo “we’re so alike” comment #2!!! Alert alert! Haha. But really, it made my day when you were describing each other’s best/worst qualities. They. were. us. to. a. tee. Sherry, I, too get an idea in my head and there’s NO stopping me. And Andrew definitely THROWS things!
Also, seriously – it’s amazing of you guys to respond to our comments. Like, for realz, it takes so much of your time but I promise you, it goes a long way and we feel like you’re our (realistically) flawed, yet AMAZING friends. Our famous friends. Haha jk :)
YoungHouseLove says
Aw thanks Carolyn! You’re so sweet!
xo,
s
Katie B. says
Each month, my husband and I clean my mom’s house for her. We live in a tiny apartment and she lives in the open country, so one month I planned to do a spray paint on canvas project while we were there to clean. I explained to Blake the plan – I was going to work on the canvas first (so it would dry) and then do my half of the cleaning. Well, it took me A LOT longer to tape the design I wanted, so basically he was done with his half of the cleaning by the time I finished my first coat of paint.
He accused me of having hidden intentions for our trip out to the country, citing that I just wanted to do my project instead of clean my mom’s house! I was so confused – that was the PLAN the whole time, and I did end up cleaning my half after I was finished! It turned into a long, confusing argument that finally we just both gave up on! I try to be even more clear about my intentions just to keep this issue from coming up again! :)
Nicole says
Don’t even get me started on the time my husband accused me of having “chronic dissatisfaction with kitchen lighting….” Seriously???!
YoungHouseLove says
Hahahahah- so funny!
xo,
s
katchen says
I too went on a cleaning spree. My husband came home from surfing and said “I am so bumbed my suit is trashED”. (It had a tear in it). I said “your suit is trash?” and I thought he repeated the same. So when he went to work I took it and threw it in the dumpster! ($300 wet suit) He came home and said “I have great news my brother can said the outlet fixes ripped suits for $15bucks!” “honey you said your suit was TRASH!” It was such a painful painful conversation & situation. And the trashman had come that day!!! We laugh about it now of course and he still uses his brothers borrowed wetsuit!
YoungHouseLove says
Oh no! That would totally be something that would happen to us!
xo,
s
Phoebe says
Thanks for keepin’ it real, guys. I like how you guys make an effort to protect each other’s reputations by not giving out TOO much information. :) Keep it up!
Linda@limeinthe coconut says
So….from where I stand, this was a big public apology.
Wow
better than an online proposal.
Kudos!
YoungHouseLove says
Haha- thanks Linda!
xo,
s
Jessica says
We’re having an ongoing standoff about painting the red brick fireplace in the living room. We’ve painted the room gray with white trim, I’ve stenciled one wall in a honeycomb pattern, we’ve put up crown molding. I was all ready to paint the fireplace white (as in, it was taped, and the vents were off), until he went to Lowe’s to get paint and realized, through talking to the Lowe’s Paint Guy, that painting was permanent. He’s having trouble dealing with the commitment of painting a fire place, of all things, so after an argument (including neighbors weighing in), I pulled the tape off and put the vents back on. Our compromise? He gets to try to clean it up, and if he’s not satisfied with that, then I get to paint. The thought of the red brick fireplace makes me shutter, but not enough to deal with an ongoing argument about it! Sometimes, you have to compromise…you can’t win them all!
Donita says
WHAT!!! John and Sherry Petersik are NOT my close friends? LOL My daughter and her friend tease me, that I act like you are both my best friends. I talk about your DYIing, like you live next door. LOL This was such a fun blog post!!! Thank you for sharing!! *the WORST thing my husband ever threw away, was my big baby doll, I got at age two. He took it to the dump, we were in our late 20’s. I was devastated!!! SO all of his 70’s shorts with piping, went to Goodwill. LOL!!! NO JOKE!!!! :-)
Kelly says
My boyfriend and I repainted our foyer 5 times… all a different shade of green. At one point there were 7 different squares of green painted in different parts of the room so we could try and figure out which one we liked the best. After about a month we settled on a color, but it was a very long stressful process.
Christina @ The Frugal Homemaker says
too funny! ok, not really, I would be sad at the loss of something to sell on Craigslist and lack of a re-use of something/plus blog post too! :)
BTW, have you ever done a post on successfully selling stuff on Craigslist? would love to try do that!
YoungHouseLove says
We’ll have to do that someday!
xo,
s
Beth says
Yeah, my husband is a pack rat extraordinaire and I am a thrower outer. And we live in the tiniest house ever, with practically no closet or shelf space. So I occasionally go on what I call “purges.” TRYING to be careful to only remove things of mine, or things I am SURE are no longer needed or wanted. But I always end up getting the old “You threw out WHAT?” followed by the rummaging through of the trash bags. Le sigh. Opposites attract and all, but sometimes they just annoy the crap out of each other. Sorry/glad to hear you’re not immune. :-)
Kelly says
I refuse to assemble IKEA furniture with my husband anymore. We put together 2 PAX wardrobes a few years ago and it culminated in me yelling and kicking him out of the room because he was messing with the system!! He doesn’t like to read directions and I am OCD/crazy/obsessed with my “system” when it comes to IKEA stuff since I used to work there.
Now I assemble any IKEA stuff on my own. It’s better for everyone.
Kim @ Yellow Brick Home says
Love this beyond words. I’m the yeller, and Scott’s the silent treatment. And then the next morning, we forget all about it!
Steph N says
I don’t have an SO to fight with, but here’s my best DIY-related miscommunication:
I lived in a rental house where I had the landlord’s permission to paint, as long as I painted it back when I moved out. I’m a big fan of color, so I painted: the bathroom was plum purple; the bedroom was green; the living/dining room was turquoise; the hall was grey; my brother (and roommate) painted a wall in his room raspberry. So when we were moving out, we spent the better part of a weekend repainting all of it.
Then, when the landlord came over to do his inspection before I gave him back the keys, he told me that the person moving in after me wanted to paint, too, and I shouldn’t have bothered!
Dana @ House*Tweaking says
HH just installed surround sound speakers in our living room. I had no idea about them until they were in. One set is installed on a wall that I had already designated for an art gallery…no dice now. The other set is just above the mantel and to me they look like boobs. {No wonder he likes them, right?} Ugh.
It’s hard to be mad at HH though after all the work he’s put into the Underdog. If he wants surround sound then so be it. Not worth fighting over. I’m just going to have to find a way to make it work. Does it still irk me that there are breast-like orbs above our fireplace? YES!
xo guys,
Dana
Jenn says
Okay – So… Unrelated to this post – came here right after katie b – and had to comment on Sherry’s MAJOR TIP TOE pose! Too funny! You can pull it off!
John, I didn’t figure you for a guy who whips out the old – check with you before I do stuff defense! Nope, not cool! Sherry – you were right sister!
Jessica Spencer says
It’s nice to hear that you two are just like the rest of us regular folk ;).
Our DIY arguments can almost all be attributed to one thing: deciphering Ikea assembly directions. I know the diagrams are cute and they don’t have to be translated into a hundred different languages, but adding some words now and then would be helpful Ikea ;).
http://theaveragejess.com/2011/12/16/ikea-hack/
YoungHouseLove says
Haha, that’s so funny.
xo,
s
DJ says
Awww…that video is why you guys have been so successful. BTW – the shower baskets look cute. Picking out bathroom shelving was just about the hardest thing in my house. Looks like you found something that works.
Jennifer C. says
We have been installing new hardware on our kitchen cabinet doors and drawers. Well… ok… this task was assigned to my husband. I picked out and bought the hardware; he had to put it on. I showed him your site and how you all used the template for installation with the modification of adding some scrap wood, etc. to make the template work for you. I bought him the template and even offered to buy him some scrap wood (balsa, or something like it from a craft store) to make the template work… just tell me what size you need. We just moved into our first home and don’t have a stockpile of scraps yet.
Well… It has taken him two days, many trips to home depot, and an EXTREMELY fancy home-made wood template to put hardware on just the door fronts. I guess he was too good for the store-bought template. Crazy man! And… if you look at some of them closely they’re not quite straight. I didn’t tell him that though… I value my life. I’m just wondering how long it’s going to take to get the drawer fronts done and what kind of template he’s going to construct for them. I’m trying to stay away… :)
You two are awesome… love your blog… love that you keep it real!
Call Me "Guilty" says
Ha! Tonight I hung two new pieces of art in the house, and anticipated that my husband would arrive home and complain about the purchase. I got myself all worked up with advanced planning and had my response all ready, which was essentially going to be, “If you complain about these discount store pictures you are going to get more fight than you bargained for.” Lovely nastygram, yes?
Husband arrived home, asked what I was doing with the old (original, expensively framed) art that had hung in the space before, and once he realized I planned to relocate them to a more prominent area and wasn’t tossing out “real” art for cheap but lovely prints, he said they looked nice.
Huh.
Sometimes the fight is all in one’s head.