Thursday, May 31, 2012

The Compromise.

Don't cry, okay? 
I've done enough for both of us.

It's time to face the ugly truth, and my dweam within a dweam, namely, this rad pantry:



which should be mine, is not going to be.

I'm going to let you move past the disbelief phase for a moment.
Still waiting.

Are we good here?

The hubs-- he just doesn't love it.  He just doesn't

And all I said was,

"Oh.  Well, good luck with your life without a soul."

Actually, it was a much, much longer convo than that.  But I'm not going to bore you with the details.  I'll be brief.  You be boxers.


He does love that pantry up there, but he doesn't "see" it in our home, in this little space you see above.
Yes, he thinks I'll eff this project up.  There's that.  I didn't take offense to that, by the way.
It's an extremely pricey project, and I agreed on that, too.

But somehow, this conversation went from mildly serious, and ended in (my) tears, and I do recall flinging back the words before I stomped away, oh. . .. I don't know. . . something along the lines of,

"And you know what, buddy?  Don't even say that my projects become yours!  Asking your opinion or asking you to hold up something for 5 seconds doesn't make it 'your' project, okay?"

I  still don't even know where that came from.  Apparently I can't stay on topic. 

I apologized.  And you know what?  In his defense, he totally, totally told me I could do whatever I wanted. 
But, at the end of the day, I'm not going to do something he's not gonna like.  That's what the plywood floor in my laundry room is for.

Anywhooooooo--

it took me a while to move past this.  I had to cry it out, hug it out, and finally move to the acceptance stage.

But you know what else I've always wanted in my house?



I've wanted a really cool bookcase for music, only.  And there's just no space for it in the actual music room.

 

I said recently that my piano being covered in music was the way it should be, but I lied. ("I said and said and said those words. I said them, but I lied them." I love that book!)

And so?  That's our compromise.  I'm hardly using up any of the space, as this will be a front-facing music bookshelf.


Even got kinda trendy-like and slapped down a stencil.



See the bare bones of this project?



Wow-- that's, um, really something, there.   But, see, once I got to this point, I got to pimp the whole thing out in molding.  And that's where things really get kinky.

Actually, the entire thing is done, except for the paint.

Gah-- paint, I hate you.  Someone come paint this for me?  I don't have it in me.



We could do tradesies.  I could make you some tacos or something.

11 comments:

Bethany @ A Fish Who Likes Flowers said...

I'll paint for you! You'll just have to pay my airfare :)

It looks wonderful! Although to be honest, I wouldn't expect anything else from you! I love the stencil!

Kim (TheMoney-Pit) said...

Wow.. you are a much better wife than me. I use the mantra "it is easier to ask forgiveness than permission" and never ask. :)

Although you bookshelves are going to be so great that you will barely remember your dream pantry. Really.

Good luck! Can't wait to see how it comes out.

Lisa at Shine Your Light said...

I will do tradesies with you! I'll paint, you come on over and pimp out my pantry with molding! Fair right?
I love the bibliotheque sign, the stencil, and the use of that space. You are so creative, Mandi. Your home has got to win some award for most functional, creative, and interesting house ever!

Lori said...

Very few of my projects do become some of his. But hey, some things are just a two person job and he is taller. I cried and stomped when I could hang my sliding french doors too.

Still have all the hardware, just getting not love. Even my daughter went against me on that one.

Kathy @ Creative Home Expressions said...

Bummer, Mandi! See, this is why I do my projects when the hubster goes out of town on business. I avoid all those unnecessary conversations, like me saying, "I'd like to do this" and him saying, "no". I can't wait to see your music shelf all done. Love the stencil.

Janice said...

Ah, I love your blog. Brief and boxer...hee hee.

And I'm quite sad about the pantry. I was going to live vicariously through you when you had it. It was a lovely, lovely dream.

SueAnn Lommler said...

Ha!! It is looking great...sorry about your pantry dream. I know that sucks!!!!
By the way..I don't like tacos...burritos yes!!
Sigh!
Hugs
SUeAnn

Emily said...

I'm sorry about your pantry. I love to paint so I will come and paint it for you! I have an obsession with bookshelves too. One day I will have a whole wall of bookshelves.

RachelK said...

I love tacos, and I love painting, so I'll be there in 10 minutes.

Spencer & Lorilyn Crum said...

I'm sorry your husband shattered your dreams, my husband does that to mine too. I remember when we first moved into the house, I wanted to put thick trim all over the house, and Spencer said no because his dad didn't want us to, and I remember crying hysterically in the vitamin section at Rite Aid.

On a side note, I am totally inside your head because on pinterest yesterday, I saw a "Bibliotheque" sign and thought, omg Mandi needs that in her house, and then, voila, you had already done it, and it looks amazeballs with the stencil. Love love love it.

Teri said...

"Oh. Well, good luck with your life without a soul."

Baaaaahahahaha!.....baaaaaaaahahaha!

Plus also? I like tacos. I'd definitely paint for tacos.